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And
the
guests
so
exclaimed
at
how
well
he
looked
in
his
tux
that
an
inexperienced
observer
might
easily
have
thought
the
Don
himself
was
the
lucky
groom
.
Standing
at
the
door
with
him
were
two
of
his
three
sons
.
The
eldest
,
baptized
Santino
but
called
Sonny
by
everyone
except
his
father
,
was
looked
at
askance
by
the
older
Italian
men
;
with
admiration
by
the
younger
.
Sonny
Corleone
was
tall
for
a
first-generation
American
of
Italian
parentage
,
almost
six
feet
,
and
his
crop
of
bushy
,
curly
hair
made
him
look
even
taller
.
His
face
was
that
of
a
gross
Cupid
,
the
features
even
but
the
bow-shaped
lips
thickly
sensual
,
the
dimpled
cleft
chin
in
some
curious
way
obscene
.
He
was
built
as
powerfully
as
a
bull
and
it
was
common
knowledge
that
he
was
so
generously
endowed
by
nature
that
his
martyred
wife
feared
the
marriage
bed
as
unbelievers
once
feared
the
rack
.
It
was
whispered
that
when
as
a
youth
he
had
visited
houses
of
ill
fame
,
even
the
most
hardened
and
fearless
putain
,
after
an
awed
inspection
of
his
massive
organ
,
demanded
double
price
.
Here
at
the
wedding
feast
,
some
young
matrons
,
wide-hipped
,
wide-mouthed
,
measured
Sonny
Corleone
with
coolly
confident
eyes
.
But
on
this
particular
day
they
were
wasting
their
time
.
Sonny
Corleone
,
despite
the
presence
of
his
wife
and
three
small
children
,
had
plans
for
his
sister
's
maid
of
honor
,
Lucy
Mancini
.
This
young
girl
,
fully
aware
,
sat
at
a
garden
table
in
her
pink
formal
gown
,
a
tiara
of
flowers
in
her
glossy
black
hair
.
She
had
flirted
with
Sonny
in
the
past
week
of
rehearsals
and
squeezed
his
hand
that
morning
at
the
altar
.
A
maiden
could
do
no
more
.
She
did
not
care
that
he
would
never
be
the
great
man
his
father
had
proved
to
be
.
Sonny
Corleone
had
strength
,
he
had
courage
.
He
was
generous
and
his
heart
was
admitted
to
be
as
big
as
his
organ
.
Yet
he
did
not
have
his
father
's
humility
but
instead
a
quick
,
hot
temper
that
led
him
into
errors
of
judgment
.
Though
he
was
a
great
help
in
his
father
's
business
,
there
were
many
who
doubted
that
he
would
become
the
heir
to
it
.
The
second
son
,
Frederico
,
called
Fred
or
Fredo
,
was
a
child
every
Italian
prayed
to
the
saints
for
.
Dutiful
,
loyal
,
always
at
the
service
of
his
father
,
living
with
his
parents
at
age
thirty
.
He
was
short
and
burly
,
not
handsome
but
with
the
same
Cupid
head
of
the
family
,
the
curly
helmet
of
hair
over
the
round
face
and
sensual
bow-shaped
lips
.
Only
,
in
Fred
,
these
lips
were
not
sensual
but
granitelike
.
Inclined
to
dourness
,
he
was
still
a
crutch
to
his
father
,
never
disputed
him
,
never
embarrassed
him
by
scandalous
behavior
with
women
.
Despite
all
these
virtues
he
did
not
have
that
personal
magnetism
,
that
animal
force
,
so
necessary
for
a
leader
of
men
,
and
he
too
was
not
expected
to
inherit
the
family
business
.
The
third
son
,
Michael
Corleone
,
did
not
stand
with
his
father
and
his
two
brothers
but
sat
at
a
table
in
the
most
secluded
corner
of
the
garden
.
But
even
there
he
could
not
escape
the
attentions
of
the
family
friends
.
Michael
Corleone
was
the
youngest
son
of
the
Don
and
the
only
child
who
had
refused
the
great
man
's
direction
.
He
did
not
have
the
heavy
,
Cupid-shaped
face
of
the
other
children
,
and
his
jet
black
hair
was
straight
rather
than
curly
.
His
skin
was
a
clear
olive-brown
that
would
have
been
called
beautiful
in
a
girl
.
He
was
handsome
in
a
delicate
way
.
Indeed
there
had
been
a
time
whey
the
Don
had
worried
about
his
youngest
son
's
masculinity
.
A
worry
that
was
put
to
rest
when
Michael
Corleone
became
seventeen
years
old
.
Now
this
youngest
son
sat
at
a
table
in
the
extreme
corner
of
the
garden
to
proclaim
his
chosen
alienation
from
father
and
family
.
Beside
him
sat
the
American
girl
everyone
had
heard
about
but
whom
no
one
had
seen
until
this
day
.
He
had
,
of
course
,
shown
the
proper
respect
and
introduced
her
to
everyone
at
the
wedding
,
including
his
family
.
They
were
not
impressed
with
her
.
She
was
too
thin
,
she
was
too
fair
,
her
face
was
too
sharply
intelligent
for
a
woman
,
her
manner
too
free
for
a
maiden
.
Her
name
,
too
,
was
outlandish
to
their
ears
;
she
called
herself
Kay
Adams
.
If
she
had
told
them
that
her
family
had
settled
in
America
two
hundred
years
ago
and
her
name
was
a
common
one
,
they
would
have
shrugged
.
