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Michael
said
,
"
I
even
thought
of
changing
my
name
,
legally
,
but
if
something
happened
,
that
would
n't
really
help
.
You
sure
you
want
to
be
a
Corleone
?
"
He
said
it
only
half-jokingly
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
without
smiling
.
They
pressed
against
each
other
.
They
had
decided
to
get
married
during
Christmas
week
,
a
quiet
civil
ceremony
at
City
Hall
with
just
two
friends
as
witnesses
.
But
Michael
had
insisted
he
must
tell
his
father
.
He
had
explained
that
his
father
would
not
object
in
any
way
as
long
as
it
was
not
done
in
secrecy
.
Kay
was
doubtful
.
She
said
she
could
not
tell
her
parents
until
after
the
marriage
.
"
Of
course
they
'll
think
I
'm
pregnant
,
"
she
said
.
Michael
grinned
.
"
So
will
my
parents
,
"
he
said
.
What
neither
of
them
mentioned
was
the
fact
that
Michael
would
have
to
cut
his
close
ties
with
his
family
.
They
both
understood
that
Michael
had
already
done
so
to
some
extent
and
yet
they
both
felt
guilty
about
this
fact
.
They
planned
to
finish
college
,
seeing
each
other
weekends
and
living
together
during
summer
vacations
.
It
seemed
like
a
happy
life
.
The
play
was
a
musical
called
Carousel
and
its
sentimental
story
of
a
braggart
thief
made
them
smile
at
each
other
with
amusement
.
When
they
came
out
of
the
theater
it
had
turned
cold
.
Kay
snuggled
up
to
him
and
said
,
"
After
we
're
married
,
will
you
beat
me
and
then
steal
a
star
for
a
present
?
"
Michael
laughed
.
"
I
'm
going
to
be
a
mathematics
professor
,
"
he
said
.
Then
he
asked
,
"
Do
you
want
something
to
eat
before
we
go
to
the
hotel
?
"
Kay
shook
her
head
.
She
looked
up
at
him
meaningfully
.
As
always
he
was
touched
by
her
eagerness
to
make
love
.
He
smiled
down
at
her
,
and
they
kissed
in
the
cold
street
.
Michael
felt
hungry
,
and
he
decided
to
order
sandwiches
sent
up
to
the
room
.
In
the
hotel
lobby
Michael
pushed
Kay
toward
the
newsstand
and
said
,
"
Get
the
papers
while
I
get
the
key
.
"
He
had
to
wait
in
a
small
line
;
the
hotel
was
still
short
of
help
despite
the
end
of
the
war
.
Michael
got
his
room
key
and
looked
around
impatiently
for
Kay
.
She
was
standing
by
the
newsstand
,
staring
down
at
a
newspaper
she
held
in
her
hand
.
He
walked
toward
her
.
She
looked
up
at
him
.
Her
eyes
were
filled
with
tears
.
"
Oh
,
Mike
,
"
she
said
,
"
oh
,
Mike
.
"
He
took
the
paper
from
her
hands
.
The
first
thing
he
saw
was
a
photo
of
his
father
lying
in
the
street
,
his
head
in
a
pool
of
blood
.
A
man
was
sitting
on
the
curb
weeping
like
a
child
.
It
was
his
brother
Freddie
.
Michael
Corleone
felt
his
body
turning
to
ice
.
There
was
no
grief
,
no
fear
,
just
cold
rage
.
He
said
to
Kay
,
"
Go
up
to
the
room
.
"
But
he
had
to
take
her
by
the
arm
and
lead
her
into
the
elevator
.
They
rode
up
together
in
silence
.
In
their
room
,
Michael
sat
down
on
the
bed
and
opened
the
paper
.
The
headlines
said
,
VITO
CORLEONE
SHOT
.
ALLEGED
RACKET
CHIEF
CRITICALLY
WOUNDED
.
OPERATED
ON
UNDER
HEAVY
POLICE
GUARD
.
BLOODY
MOB
WAR
FEARED
.
Michael
felt
the
weakness
in
his
legs
.
He
said
to
Kay
,
"
He
's
not
dead
,
the
bastards
did
n't
kill
him
.
"
He
read
the
story
again
.
His
father
had
been
shot
at
five
in
the
afternoon
.
That
meant
that
while
he
had
been
making
love
to
Kay
,
having
dinner
,
enjoying
the
theater
,
his
father
was
near
death
.
Michael
felt
sick
with
guilt
.
