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Katherine
was
weeping
.
She
was
already
plump
,
homely
and
sprouting
a
faint
moustache
.
She
would
never
get
a
husband
as
handsome
as
Enzo
,
never
find
another
man
who
touched
her
body
in
secret
places
with
such
respectful
love
.
"
I
'll
go
and
live
in
Italy
,
"
she
screamed
at
her
father
.
"
I
'll
run
away
if
you
do
n't
keep
Enzo
here
.
"
Nazorine
glanced
at
her
shrewdly
.
She
was
a
"
hot
number
"
this
daughter
of
his
.
He
had
seen
her
brush
her
swelling
buttocks
against
Enzo
's
front
when
the
baker
's
helper
squeezed
behind
her
to
fill
the
counter
baskets
with
hot
loaves
from
the
oven
.
The
young
rascal
's
hot
loaf
would
be
in
her
oven
,
Nazorine
thought
lewdly
,
if
proper
steps
were
not
taken
.
Enzo
must
be
kept
in
America
and
be
made
an
American
citizen
.
And
there
was
only
one
man
who
could
arrange
such
an
affair
.
The
Godfather
.
Don
Corleone
.
***
All
of
these
people
and
many
others
received
engraved
invitations
to
the
wedding
of
Miss
Constanzia
Corleone
,
to
be
celebrated
on
the
last
Saturday
in
August
1945
.
The
father
of
the
bride
,
Don
Vito
Corleone
,
never
forgot
his
old
friends
and
neighbors
though
he
himself
now
lived
in
a
huge
house
on
Long
Island
.
The
reception
would
be
held
in
that
house
and
the
festivities
would
go
on
all
day
.
There
was
no
doubt
it
would
be
a
momentous
occasion
.
The
war
with
the
Japanese
had
just
ended
so
there
would
not
be
any
nagging
fear
for
their
sons
fighting
in
the
Army
to
cloud
these
festivities
.
A
wedding
was
just
what
people
needed
to
show
their
joy
.
And
so
on
that
Saturday
morning
the
friends
of
Don
Corleone
streamed
out
of
New
York
City
to
do
him
honor
.
They
bore
cream-colored
envelopes
stuffed
with
cash
as
bridal
gifts
,
no
checks
.
Inside
each
envelope
a
card
established
the
identity
of
the
giver
and
the
measure
of
his
respect
for
the
Godfather
.
A
respect
truly
earned
.
Don
Vito
Corleone
was
a
man
to
whom
everybody
came
for
help
,
and
never
were
they
disappointed
.
He
made
no
empty
promises
,
nor
the
craven
excuse
that
his
hands
were
tied
by
more
powerful
forces
in
the
world
than
himself
.
It
was
not
necessary
that
he
be
your
friend
,
it
was
not
even
important
that
you
had
no
means
with
which
to
repay
him
.
Only
one
thing
was
required
.
That
you
,
you
yourself
,
proclaim
your
friendship
.
And
then
,
no
matter
how
poor
or
powerless
the
supplicant
,
Don
Corleone
would
take
that
man
's
troubles
to
his
heart
.
And
he
would
let
nothing
stand
in
the
way
to
a
solution
of
that
man
's
woe
.
His
reward
?
Friendship
,
the
respectful
title
of
"
Don
,
"
and
sometimes
the
more
affectionate
salutation
of
"
Godfather
.
"
And
perhaps
,
to
show
respect
only
,
never
for
profit
,
some
humble
gift
--
a
gallon
of
homemade
wine
or
a
basket
of
peppered
taralles
--
specially
baked
to
grace
his
Christmas
table
.
It
was
understood
,
it
was
mere
good
manners
,
to
proclaim
that
you
were
in
his
debt
and
that
he
had
the
right
to
call
upon
you
at
any
time
to
redeem
your
debt
by
some
small
service
.
Now
on
this
great
day
,
his
daughter
's
wedding
day
,
Don
Vito
Corleone
stood
in
the
doorway
of
his
Long
Beach
home
to
greet
his
guests
,
all
of
them
known
,
all
of
them
trusted
.
Many
of
them
owed
their
good
fortune
in
life
to
the
Don
and
on
this
intimate
occasion
felt
free
to
call
him
"
Godfather
"
to
his
face
.
Even
the
people
performing
festal
services
were
his
friends
.
The
bartender
was
an
old
comrade
whose
gift
was
all
the
wedding
liquors
and
his
own
expert
skills
.
The
waiters
were
the
friends
of
Don
Corleone
's
sons
.
The
food
on
the
garden
picnic
tables
had
been
cooked
by
the
Don
's
wife
and
her
friends
and
the
gaily
festooned
one-acre
garden
itself
had
been
decorated
by
the
young
girl
--
chums
of
the
bride
.
Don
Corleone
received
everyone
--
rich
and
poor
,
powerful
and
humble
--
with
an
equal
show
of
love
.
He
slighted
no
one
.
That
was
his
character
.
