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Every
guest
noticed
that
the
Don
paid
no
particular
attention
to
this
third
son
.
Michael
had
been
his
favorite
before
the
war
and
obviously
the
chosen
heir
to
run
the
family
business
when
the
proper
moment
came
.
He
had
all
the
quiet
force
and
intelligence
of
his
great
father
,
the
born
instinct
to
act
in
such
a
way
that
men
had
no
recourse
but
to
respect
him
.
But
when
World
War
II
broke
out
,
Michael
Corleone
volunteered
for
the
Marine
Corps
.
He
defied
his
father
's
express
command
when
he
did
so
.
Don
Corleone
had
no
desire
,
no
intention
,
of
letting
his
youngest
son
be
killed
in
the
service
of
a
power
foreign
to
himself
.
Doctors
had
been
bribed
,
secret
arrangements
had
been
made
.
A
great
deal
of
money
had
been
spent
to
take
the
proper
precautions
.
But
Michael
was
twenty-one
years
of
age
and
nothing
could
be
done
against
his
own
willfulness
.
He
enlisted
and
fought
over
the
Pacific
Ocean
.
He
became
a
Captain
and
won
medals
.
In
1944
his
picture
was
printed
in
Life
magazine
with
a
photo
layout
of
his
deeds
.
A
friend
had
shown
Don
Corleone
the
magazine
(
his
family
did
not
dare
)
,
and
the
Don
had
grunted
disdainfully
and
said
,
"
He
performs
those
miracles
for
strangers
.
"
When
Michael
Corleone
was
discharged
early
in
1945
to
recover
from
a
disabling
wound
,
he
had
no
idea
that
his
father
had
arranged
his
release
.
He
stayed
home
for
a
few
weeks
,
then
,
without
consulting
anyone
,
entered
Dartmouth
College
in
Hanover
,
New
Hampshire
,
and
so
he
left
his
father
's
house
.
To
return
for
the
wedding
of
his
sister
and
to
show
his
own
future
wife
to
them
,
the
washed-out
rag
of
an
American
girl
.
Michael
Corleone
was
amusing
Kay
Adams
by
telling
her
little
stories
about
some
of
the
more
colorful
wedding
guests
.
He
was
,
in
turn
,
amused
by
her
finding
these
people
exotic
,
and
,
as
always
,
charmed
by
her
intense
interest
in
anything
new
and
foreign
to
her
experience
.
Finally
her
attention
was
caught
by
a
small
group
of
men
gathered
around
a
wooden
barrel
of
homemade
wine
.
The
men
were
Amerigo
Bonasera
,
Nazorine
the
Baker
,
Anthony
Coppola
and
Luca
Brasi
.
With
her
usual
alert
intelligence
she
remarked
on
the
fact
that
these
four
men
did
not
seem
particularly
happy
.
Michael
smiled
.
"
No
,
they
're
not
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
're
waiting
to
see
my
father
in
private
.
They
have
favors
to
ask
.
"
And
indeed
it
was
easy
to
see
that
all
four
men
constantly
followed
the
Don
with
their
eyes
.
As
Don
Corleone
stood
greeting
guests
,
a
black
Chevrolet
sedan
came
to
a
stop
on
the
far
side
of
the
paved
mall
.
Two
men
in
the
front
seat
pulled
notebooks
from
their
jackets
and
,
with
no
attempt
at
concealment
,
jotted
down
license
numbers
of
the
other
cars
parked
around
the
mall
.
Sonny
turned
to
his
father
and
said
,
"
Those
guys
over
there
must
be
cops
.
"
Don
Corleone
shrugged
.
"
I
do
n't
own
the
street
.
They
can
do
what
they
please
.
"
Sonny
's
heavy
Cupid
face
grew
red
with
anger
.
"
Those
lousy
bastards
,
they
do
n't
respect
anything
.
"
He
left
the
steps
of
the
house
and
walked
across
the
mall
to
where
the
black
sedan
was
parked
.
He
thrust
his
face
angrily
close
to
the
face
of
the
driver
,
who
did
not
flinch
but
flapped
open
his
wallet
to
show
a
green
identification
card
.
Sonny
stepped
back
without
saying
a
word
.
He
spat
so
that
the
spittle
hit
the
back
door
of
the
sedan
and
walked
away
.
He
was
hoping
the
driver
would
get
out
of
the
sedan
and
come
after
him
,
on
the
mall
,
but
nothing
happened
.
When
he
reached
the
steps
he
said
to
his
father
,
"
Those
guys
are
FBI
men
.
They
're
taking
down
all
the
license
numbers
.
Snotty
bastards
.
"
Don
Corleone
knew
who
they
were
.
His
closest
and
most
intimate
friends
had
been
advised
to
attend
the
wedding
in
automobiles
not
their
own
.
And
though
he
disapproved
of
his
son
's
foolish
display
of
anger
,
the
tantrum
served
a
purpose
.
It
would
convince
the
interlopers
that
their
presence
was
unexpected
and
unprepared
for
.
So
Don
Corleone
himself
was
not
angry
.
He
had
long
ago
learned
that
society
imposes
insults
that
must
be
borne
,
comforted
by
the
knowledge
that
in
this
world
there
comes
a
time
when
the
most
humble
of
men
,
if
he
keeps
his
eyes
open
,
can
take
his
revenge
on
the
most
powerful
.
It
was
this
knowledge
that
prevented
the
Don
from
losing
the
humility
all
his
friends
admired
in
him
.
