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After
he
passed
the
bar
exam
,
Hagen
married
to
start
his
own
family
.
The
bride
was
a
young
Italian
girl
from
New
Jersey
,
rare
at
that
time
for
being
a
college
graduate
.
After
the
wedding
,
which
was
of
course
held
in
the
home
of
Don
Corleone
,
the
Don
offered
to
support
Hagen
in
any
undertaking
he
desired
,
to
send
him
law
clients
,
furnish
his
office
,
start
him
in
real
estate
.
Tom
Hagen
had
bowed
his
head
and
said
to
the
Don
,
"
I
would
like
to
work
for
you
.
"
The
Don
was
surprised
,
yet
pleased
.
"
You
know
who
I
am
?
"
he
asked
.
Hagen
nodded
.
He
had
n't
really
known
the
extent
of
the
Don
's
power
,
not
then
.
He
did
not
really
know
in
the
ten
years
that
followed
until
he
was
made
the
acting
Consigliere
after
Genco
Abbandando
became
ill
.
But
he
nodded
and
met
the
Don
's
eyes
with
his
own
.
"
I
would
work
for
you
like
your
sons
,
"
Hagen
said
,
meaning
with
complete
loyalty
,
with
complete
acceptance
of
the
Don
's
parental
divinity
.
The
Don
,
with
that
understanding
which
was
even
then
building
the
legend
of
his
greatness
,
showed
the
young
man
the
first
mark
of
fatherly
affection
since
he
hadcome
into
his
household
.
He
took
Hagen
into
his
arms
for
a
quick
embrace
and
afterward
treated
him
more
like
a
true
son
,
though
he
would
sometimes
say
,
"
Tom
,
never
forget
your
parents
,
"
as
if
he
were
reminding
himself
as
well
as
Hagen
.
There
was
no
chance
that
Hagen
would
forget
.
His
mother
had
been
near
moronic
and
slovenly
,
so
ridden
by
anemia
she
could
not
feel
affection
for
her
children
or
make
a
pretense
of
it
.
His
father
Hagen
had
hated
.
His
mother
's
blindness
before
she
died
had
terrified
him
and
his
own
eye
infection
had
been
a
stroke
of
doom
.
He
had
been
sure
he
would
go
blind
.
When
his
father
died
,
Tom
Hagen
's
eleven-year-old
mind
had
snapped
in
a
curious
way
.
He
had
roamed
the
streets
like
an
animal
waiting
for
death
until
the
fateful
day
Sonny
found
him
sleeping
in
the
back
of
a
hallway
and
brought
him
to
his
home
.
What
had
happened
afterward
was
a
miracle
.
But
for
years
Hagen
had
had
nightmares
,
dreaming
he
had
grown
to
manhood
blind
,
tapping
a
white
cane
,
his
blind
children
behind
him
tap-tapping
with
their
little
white
canes
as
they
begged
in
the
streets
.
Some
mornings
when
he
woke
the
face
of
Don
Corleone
was
imprinted
on
his
brain
in
that
first
conscious
moment
and
he
would
feel
safe
.
But
the
Don
had
insisted
that
he
put
in
three
years
of
general
law
practice
in
addition
to
his
duties
for
the
family
business
.
This
experience
had
proved
invaluable
later
on
,
and
also
removed
any
doubts
in
Hagen
's
mind
about
working
for
Don
Corleone
.
He
had
then
spent
two
years
of
training
in
the
offices
of
a
top
firm
of
criminal
lawyers
in
which
the
Don
had
some
influence
.
It
was
apparent
to
everyone
that
he
had
a
flair
for
this
branch
of
the
law
.
He
did
well
and
when
he
went
into
the
full-time
service
of
the
family
business
,
Don
Corleone
had
not
been
able
to
reproach
him
once
in
the
six
years
that
followed
.
When
he
had
been
made
the
acting
Consigliere
,
the
other
powerful
Sicilian
families
referred
contemptuously
to
the
Corleone
family
as
the
"
Irish
gang
.
"
This
had
amused
Hagen
.
It
had
also
taught
him
that
he
could
never
hope
to
succeed
the
Don
as
the
head
of
the
family
business
.
But
he
was
content
.
That
had
never
been
his
goal
,
such
an
ambition
would
have
been
a
"
disrespect
"
to
his
benefactor
and
his
benefactor
's
blood
family
.
***
It
was
still
dark
when
the
plane
landed
in
Los
Angeles
.
Hagen
checked
into
his
hotel
,
showered
and
shaved
,
and
watched
dawn
come
over
the
city
.
He
ordered
breakfast
and
newspapers
to
be
sent
up
to
his
room
and
relaxed
until
it
was
time
for
his
ten
A.
M.
appointment
with
Jack
Woltz
.
The
appointment
had
been
surprisingly
easy
to
make
.
