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She
was
laughing
.
He
punched
her
in
the
stomach
and
she
fell
to
the
floor
.
He
fell
on
top
of
her
.
He
could
smell
her
fragrant
breath
as
she
gasped
for
air
.
He
punched
her
on
the
arms
and
on
the
thigh
muscles
of
her
silky
tanned
legs
.
He
beat
her
as
he
had
beaten
snotty
smaller
kids
long
ago
when
he
had
been
a
tough
teenager
in
New
York
's
Hell
's
Kitchen
.
A
painful
punishment
that
would
leave
no
lasting
disfigurement
of
loosened
teeth
or
broken
nose
.
But
he
was
not
hitting
her
hard
enough
.
He
could
n't
.
And
she
was
giggling
at
him
.
Spread-eagled
on
the
floor
,
her
brocaded
gown
hitched
up
above
her
thighs
,
she
taunted
him
between
giggles
.
"
Come
on
,
stick
it
in
.
Stick
it
in
,
Johnny
,
that
's
what
you
really
want
.
"
Johnny
Fontane
got
up
.
He
hated
the
woman
on
the
floor
but
her
beauty
was
a
magic
shield
.
Margot
rolled
away
,
and
in
a
dancer
's
spring
was
on
her
feet
facing
him
.
She
went
into
a
childish
mocking
dance
and
chanted
,
"
Johnny
never
hurt
me
,
Johnny
never
hurt
me
.
"
Then
almost
sadly
with
grave
beauty
she
said
,
"
You
poor
silly
bastard
,
giving
me
cramps
like
a
kid
.
Ah
,
Johnny
,
you
always
will
be
a
dumb
romantic
guinea
,
you
even
make
love
like
a
kid
.
You
still
think
screwing
is
really
like
those
dopey
songs
you
used
to
sing
.
"
She
shook
her
head
and
said
,
"
Poor
Johnny
.
Goodbye
,
Johnny
.
"
She
walked
into
the
bedroom
and
he
heard
her
turn
the
key
in
the
lock
.
Johnny
sat
on
the
floor
with
his
face
in
his
hands
.
The
sick
,
humiliating
despair
overwhelmed
him
.
And
then
the
gutter
toughness
that
had
helped
him
survive
the
jungle
of
Hollywood
made
him
pick
up
the
phone
and
call
for
a
car
to
take
him
to
the
airport
.
There
was
one
person
who
could
save
him
.
He
would
go
back
to
New
York
.
He
would
go
back
to
the
one
man
with
the
power
,
the
wisdom
he
needed
and
a
love
he
still
trusted
.
His
Godfather
Corleone
.
***
The
baker
,
Nazorine
,
pudgy
and
crusty
as
his
great
Italian
loaves
,
still
dusty
with
flour
,
scowled
at
his
wife
,
his
nubile
daughter
,
Katherine
,
and
his
baker
's
helper
,
Enzo
.
Enzo
had
changed
into
his
prisoner-of-war
uniform
with
its
green-lettered
armband
and
was
terrified
that
this
scene
would
make
him
late
reporting
back
to
Governor
's
Island
.
One
of
the
many
thousands
of
Italian
Army
prisoners
paroled
daily
to
work
in
the
American
economy
,
he
lived
in
constant
fear
of
that
parole
being
revoked
.
And
so
the
little
comedy
being
played
now
was
,
for
him
,
a
serious
business
.
Nazorine
asked
fiercely
,
"
Have
you
dishonored
my
family
?
Have
you
given
my
daughter
a
little
package
to
remember
you
by
now
that
the
war
is
over
and
you
know
America
will
kick
your
ass
back
to
your
village
full
of
shit
in
Sicily
?
"
Enzo
,
a
very
short
,
strongly
built
boy
,
put
his
hand
over
his
heart
and
said
almost
in
tears
,
yet
cleverly
,
"
Padrone
,
I
swear
by
the
Holy
Virgin
I
have
never
taken
advantage
of
your
kindness
.
I
love
your
daughter
with
all
respect
.
I
ask
for
her
hand
with
all
respect
.
I
know
I
have
no
right
,
but
if
they
send
me
back
to
Italy
I
can
never
come
back
to
America
.
I
will
never
be
able
to
marry
Katherine
.
"
Nazorine
's
wife
,
Filomena
,
spoke
to
the
point
.
"
Stop
all
this
foolishness
,
"
she
said
to
her
pudgy
husband
.
"
You
know
what
you
must
do
.
Keep
Enzo
here
,
send
him
to
hide
with
our
cousins
in
Long
Island
.
"
