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The
Don
pressed
his
old
friend
's
hand
.
He
said
comfortingly
,
"
Hurry
up
and
get
better
and
we
'll
take
a
trip
back
to
Italy
together
to
our
old
village
.
We
'll
play
boccie
in
front
of
the
wineshop
like
our
fathers
before
us
.
"
The
dying
man
shook
his
head
.
He
motioned
the
young
men
and
his
family
away
from
his
bedside
;
with
the
other
bony
claw
he
hung
fast
to
the
Don
.
He
tried
to
speak
.
The
Don
put
his
head
down
and
then
sat
on
the
bedside
chair
.
Genco
Abbandando
was
babbling
about
their
childhood
.
Then
his
coal-black
eyes
became
sly
.
He
whispered
.
The
Don
bent
closer
.
The
others
in
the
room
were
astonished
to
see
tears
running
down
Don
Corleone
's
face
as
he
shook
his
head
.
The
quavering
voice
grew
louder
,
filling
the
room
.
With
a
tortured
,
superhuman
effort
,
Abbandando
lifted
his
head
off
his
pillow
,
eyes
unseeing
,
and
pointed
a
skeletal
forefinger
at
the
Don
.
"
Godfather
,
Godfather
,
"
he
called
out
blindly
,
"
save
me
from
death
,
I
beg
of
you
.
My
flesh
is
burning
off
my
bones
and
I
can
feel
the
worms
eating
away
my
brain
.
Godfather
,
cure
me
,
you
have
the
power
,
dry
the
tears
of
my
poor
wife
.
In
Corleone
we
played
together
as
children
and
now
will
you
let
me
die
when
I
fear
hell
for
my
sins
?
"
The
Don
was
silent
.
Abbandando
said
,
"
It
is
your
daughter
's
wedding
day
,
you
can
not
refuse
me
.
"
The
Don
spoke
quietly
,
gravely
,
to
pierce
through
the
blasphemous
delirium
.
"
Old
friend
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
no
such
powers
.
If
I
did
I
would
be
more
merciful
than
God
,
believe
me
.
But
do
n't
fear
death
and
do
n't
fear
hell
.
I
will
have
a
mass
said
for
your
soul
every
night
and
every
morning
.
Your
wife
and
your
children
will
pray
for
you
.
How
can
God
punish
you
with
so
many
pleas
for
mercy
?
"
The
skeleton
face
took
on
a
cunning
expression
that
was
obscene
.
Abbandanda
said
slyly
,
"
It
's
been
arranged
then
?
"
When
the
Don
answered
,
his
voice
was
cold
,
without
comfort
.
"
You
blaspheme
.
Resign
yourself
.
"
Abbandando
fell
back
on
the
pillow
.
His
eyes
lost
their
wild
gleam
of
hope
.
The
nurse
came
back
into
the
room
and
started
shooing
them
out
in
a
very
matter-of-fact
way
.
The
Don
got
up
but
Abbandando
put
out
his
hand
.
"
Godfather
,
"
he
said
,
"
stay
here
with
me
and
help
me
meet
death
.
Perhaps
if
He
sees
you
near
me
He
will
be
frightened
and
leave
me
in
peace
.
Or
perhaps
you
can
say
a
word
,
pull
a
few
strings
,
eh
?
"
The
dying
man
winked
as
if
he
were
mocking
the
Don
,
now
not
really
serious
.
"
You
're
brothers
in
blood
,
after
all
.
"
Then
,
as
if
fearing
the
Don
would
be
offended
,
he
clutched
at
his
hand
.
"
Stay
with
me
,
let
me
hold
your
hand
.
We
'll
outwit
that
bastard
as
we
've
outwitted
others
.
Godfather
,
do
n't
betray
me
.
"
The
Don
motioned
the
other
people
out
of
the
room
.
They
left
.
He
took
the
withered
claw
of
Genco
Abbandando
in
his
own
two
broad
hands
.
Softly
,
reassuringly
,
he
comforted
his
friend
,
as
they
waited
for
death
together
.
As
if
the
Don
could
truly
snatch
the
life
of
Gencp
Abbandando
back
from
that
most
foul
and
criminal
traitor
to
man
.
