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Also
during
that
year
,
Nino
Valenti
died
of
a
cerebral
hemorrhage
.
His
death
made
the
front
pages
of
the
tabloids
because
the
movie
Johnny
Fontane
had
featured
him
in
had
opened
a
few
weeks
before
and
was
a
smash
hit
,
establishing
Nino
as
a
major
star
.
The
papers
mentioned
that
Johnny
Fontane
was
handling
the
funeral
arrangements
,
that
the
funeral
would
be
private
,
only
family
and
close
friends
to
attend
.
One
sensational
story
even
claimed
that
in
an
interview
Johnny
Fontane
had
blamed
himself
for
his
friend
's
death
,
that
he
should
have
forced
his
friend
to
place
himself
under
medical
care
,
but
the
reporter
made
it
sound
like
the
usual
self-reproach
of
the
sensitive
but
innocent
bystander
to
a
tragedy
.
Johnny
Fontane
had
made
his
childhood
friend
,
Nino
Valenti
,
a
movie
star
and
what
more
could
a
friend
do
?
No
member
of
the
Corleone
Family
attended
the
California
funeral
except
Freddie
.
Lucy
and
Jules
Segal
attended
The
Don
himself
had
wanted
to
go
to
California
but
had
suffered
a
slight
heart
attack
,
which
kept
him
in
his
bed
for
a
month
.
He
sent
a
huge
floral
wreath
instead
.
Albert
Neri
was
also
sent
West
as
the
official
representative
of
the
Family
.
Two
days
after
Nino
's
funeral
,
Moe
Greene
was
shot
to
death
in
the
Hollywood
home
of
his
movie-star
mistress
;
Albert
Neri
did
not
reappear
in
New
York
until
almost
a
month
later
.
He
had
taken
his
vacation
in
the
Caribbean
and
returned
to
duty
tanned
almost
black
.
Michael
Corleone
welcomed
him
with
a
smile
and
a
few
words
of
praise
,
which
included
the
information
that
Neri
would
from
then
on
receive
an
extra
"
living
,
"
the
Family
income
from
an
East
Side
"
book
"
considered
especially
rich
.
Neri
was
content
,
satisfied
that
he
lived
in
a
world
that
properly
rewarded
a
man
who
did
his
duty
.
Michael
Corleone
had
taken
precautions
against
every
eventuality
.
His
planning
was
faultless
,
his
security
impeccable
.
He
was
patient
,
hoping
to
use
the
full
year
to
prepare
.
But
he
was
not
to
get
his
necessary
year
because
fate
itself
took
a
stand
against
him
,
and
in
the
most
surprising
fashion
.
For
it
was
the
Godfather
,
the
great
Don
himself
,
who
failed
Michael
Corleone
.
On
one
sunny
Sunday
morning
,
while
the
women
were
at
church
,
Don
Vito
Corleone
dressed
in
his
gardening
uniform
:
baggy
gray
trousers
,
a
faded
blue
shirt
,
battered
dirty-brown
fedora
decorated
by
a
stained
gray
silk
hatband
.
The
Don
had
gained
considerable
weight
in
his
few
years
and
worked
on
his
tomato
vines
,
he
said
,
for
the
sake
of
his
health
.
But
he
deceived
no
one
.
The
truth
was
,
he
loved
tending
his
garden
;
he
loved
the
sight
of
it
early
on
a
morning
.
It
brought
back
his
childhood
in
Sicily
sixty
years
ago
,
brought
it
back
without
the
terror
,
the
sorrow
of
his
own
father
's
death
.
Now
the
beans
in
their
rows
grew
little
white
flowers
on
top
;
strong
green
stalks
of
scallion
fenced
everything
in
.
At
the
foot
of
the
garden
a
spouted
barrel
stood
guard
.
It
was
filled
with
liquidy
cow
manure
,
the
finest
garden
fertilizer
.
Also
in
that
lower
part
of
the
garden
were
the
square
wooden
frames
he
had
built
with
his
own
hands
,
the
sticks
cross-tied
with
thick
white
string
.
Over
these
frames
crawled
the
tomato
vines
.
The
Don
hastened
to
water
his
garden
.
It
must
be
done
before
the
sun
waxed
too
hot
and
turned
the
water
into
a
prism
of
fire
that
could
burn
his
lettuce
leaves
like
paper
.
Sun
was
more
important
than
water
,
water
also
was
important
;
but
the
two
,
imprudently
mixed
,
could
cause
great
misfortune
.
The
Don
moved
through
his
garden
hunting
for
ants
.
If
ants
were
present
,
it
meant
that
lice
were
in
his
vegetables
and
the
ants
were
going
after
the
lice
and
he
would
have
to
spray
.
