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"
Has
n't
your
Godfather
always
done
what
he
said
he
would
do
?
Have
I
ever
been
taken
for
a
fool
?
"
Johnny
apologized
nervously
.
"
Godfather
,
the
man
who
runs
it
is
a
real
.
90
caliber
pezzonovante
.
You
ca
n't
budge
him
,
not
even
with
money
.
He
has
big
connections
.
And
he
hates
me
.
I
just
do
n't
know
how
you
can
swing
it
.
"
The
Don
spoke
with
affectionate
amusement
.
"
I
say
to
you
:
you
shall
have
it
.
"
He
nudged
Michael
with
his
elbow
.
"
We
wo
n't
disappoint
my
godson
,
eh
,
Michael
?
"
Michael
,
who
never
doubted
his
father
for
a
moment
,
shook
his
head
.
As
they
walked
toward
the
hospital
entrance
,
Don
Corleone
put
his
hand
on
Michael
's
arm
so
that
the
others
forged
ahead
.
"
When
you
get
through
with
college
,
come
and
talk
to
me
,
"
the
Don
said
.
"
I
have
some
plans
you
will
like
.
"
Michael
did
n't
say
anything
.
Don
Corleone
grunted
in
exasperation
.
"
I
know
how
you
are
.
I
wo
n't
ask
you
to
do
anything
you
do
n't
approve
of
.
This
is
something
special
.
Go
your
own
way
now
,
you
're
a
man
after
all
.
But
come
to
me
as
a
son
should
when
you
have
finished
with
your
schooling
.
"
***
The
family
of
Genco
Abbandando
,
wife
and
three
daughters
dressed
in
black
,
clustered
like
a
flock
of
plump
crows
on
the
white
tile
floor
of
the
hospital
corridor
.
When
they
saw
Don
Corleone
come
out
of
the
elevator
,
they
seemed
to
flutter
up
off
the
white
tiles
in
an
instinctive
surge
toward
him
for
protection
.
The
mother
was
regally
stout
in
black
,
the
daughters
fat
and
plain
.
Mrs.
Abbandando
pecked
at
Don
Corleone
's
cheek
,
sobbing
,
wailing
,
"
Oh
,
what
a
saint
you
are
,
to
come
here
on
your
daughter
's
wedding
day
.
"
Don
Corleone
brushed
these
thanks
aside
.
"
Do
n't
I
owe
respect
to
such
a
friend
,
a
friend
who
has
been
my
right
arm
for
twenty
,
years
?
"
He
had
understood
immediately
that
the
soon-to-be
widow
did
not
comprehend
that
her
husband
would
die
this
night
.
Genco
Abbandando
had
been
in
this
hospital
for
nearly
a
year
dying
of
his
cancer
and
the
wife
had
come
to
consider
his
fatal
illness
almost
an
ordinary
part
of
life
.
Tonight
was
just
another
crisis
.
She
babbled
on
.
"
Go
in
and
see
my
poor
husband
,
"
she
said
,
"
he
asks
for
you
.
Poor
man
,
he
wanted
to
come
to
the
wedding
to
show
his
respect
but
the
doctor
would
not
permit
it
.
Then
he
said
you
would
come
to
see
him
on
this
great
day
but
I
did
not
believe
it
possible
.
Ah
,
men
understand
friendship
more
than
we
women
.
Go
inside
,
you
will
make
him
happy
.
"
