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But
now
in
the
garden
,
behind
the
house
,
a
four-piece
band
began
to
play
.
All
the
guests
had
arrived
.
Don
Corleone
put
the
intruders
out
of
his
mind
and
led
his
two
sons
to
the
wedding
feast
.
***
There
were
,
now
,
hundreds
of
guests
in
the
huge
garden
,
some
dancing
on
the
wooden
platform
bedecked
with
flowers
,
others
sitting
at
long
tables
piled
high
with
spicy
food
and
gallon
jugs
of
black
,
homemade
wine
.
The
bride
,
Connie
Corleone
,
sat
in
splendor
at
a
special
raised
table
with
her
groom
,
the
maid
of
honor
,
bridesmaids
and
ushers
.
It
was
a
rustic
setting
in
the
old
Italian
style
.
Not
to
the
bride
's
taste
,
but
Connie
had
consented
to
a
"
guinea
"
wedding
to
please
her
father
because
she
had
so
displeased
him
in
her
choice
of
a
husband
.
The
groom
,
Carlo
Rizzi
,
was
a
half-breed
,
born
of
a
Sicilian
father
and
the
North
Italian
mother
from
whom
he
had
inherited
his
blond
hair
and
blue
eyes
.
His
parents
lived
in
Nevada
and
Carlo
had
left
that
state
because
of
a
little
trouble
with
the
law
.
In
New
York
he
met
Sonny
Corleone
and
so
met
the
sister
.
Don
Corleone
,
of
course
,
sent
trusted
friends
to
Nevada
and
they
reported
that
Carlo
's
police
trouble
was
a
youthful
indiscretion
with
a
gun
,
not
serious
,
that
could
easily
be
wiped
off
the
books
to
leave
the
youth
with
a
clean
record
.
They
also
came
back
with
detailed
information
on
legal
gambling
in
Nevada
which
greatly
interested
the
Don
and
which
he
had
been
pondering
over
since
.
It
was
part
of
the
Don
's
greatness
that
he
profited
from
everything
.
Connie
Corleone
was
a
not
quite
pretty
girl
,
thin
and
nervous
and
certain
to
become
shrewish
later
in
life
.
But
today
,
transformed
by
her
white
bridal
gown
and
eager
virginity
,
she
was
so
radiant
as
to
be
almost
beautiful
.
Beneath
the
wooden
table
her
hand
rested
on
the
muscular
thigh
of
her
groom
.
Her
Cupid-bow
mouth
pouted
to
give
him
an
airy
kiss
.
She
thought
him
incredibly
handsome
.
Carlo
Rizzi
had
worked
in
the
open
desert
air
while
very
young
--
heavy
laborer
's
work
.
Now
he
had
tremendous
forearms
and
his
shoulders
bulged
the
jacket
of
his
tux
.
He
basked
in
the
adoring
eyes
of
his
bride
and
filled
her
glass
with
wine
.
He
was
elaborately
courteous
to
her
as
if
they
were
both
actors
in
a
play
.
But
his
eyes
kept
flickering
toward
the
huge
silk
purse
the
bride
wore
on
her
right
shoulder
and
which
was
now
stuffed
full
of
money
envelopes
.
How
much
did
it
hold
?
Ten
thousand
?
Twenty
thousand
?
Carlo
Rizzi
smiled
.
It
was
only
the
beginning
.
He
had
,
after
all
,
married
into
a
royal
family
.
They
would
have
to
take
care
of
him
.
In
the
crowd
of
guests
a
dapper
young
man
with
the
sleek
head
of
a
ferret
was
also
studying
the
silk
purse
.
From
sheer
habit
Paulie
Gatto
wondered
just
how
he
could
go
about
hijacking
that
fat
pocketbook
.
The
idea
amused
him
.
But
he
knew
it
was
idle
,
innocent
dreaming
as
small
children
dream
of
knocking
out
tanks
with
popguns
.
He
watched
his
boss
,
fat
,
middle-aged
Peter
Clemenza
whirling
young
girls
around
the
wooden
dance
floor
in
a
rustic
and
lusty
Tarantella
.
Clemenza
,
immensely
tall
,
immensely
huge
,
danced
with
such
skill
and
abandon
,
his
hard
belly
lecherously
bumping
the
breasts
of
younger
,
tinier
women
,
that
all
the
guests
were
applauding
him
.
Older
women
grabbed
his
arm
to
become
his
next
partner
.
The
younger
men
respectfully
cleared
off
the
floor
and
clapped
their
hands
in
time
to
the
mandolin
's
wild
strumming
.
When
Clemenza
finally
collapsed
in
a
chair
,
Paulie
Gatto
brought
him
a
glass
of
icy
black
wine
and
wiped
the
perspiring
Jovelike
brow
with
his
silk
handkerchief
.
Clemenza
was
blowing
like
a
whale
as
he
gulped
down
the
wine
.
But
instead
of
thanking
Paulie
he
said
curtly
,
"
Never
mind
being
a
dance
judge
,
do
your
job
.
Take
a
walk
around
the
neighborhood
and
see
everything
is
OK
.
"
Paulie
slid
away
into
the
crowd
.
The
band
took
a
refreshment
break
.
A
young
man
named
Nino
Valenti
picked
up
a
discarded
mandolin
,
put
his
left
foot
up
on
a
chair
and
began
to
sing
a
coarse
Sicilian
love
song
.
Nino
Valenti
's
face
was
handsome
though
bloated
by
continual
drinking
and
he
was
already
a
little
drunk
.
He
rolled
his
eyes
as
his
tongue
caressed
the
obscene
lyrics
.
The
women
shrieked
with
glee
and
the
men
shouted
the
last
word
of
each
stanza
with
the
singer
.
Don
Corleone
,
notoriously
straitlaced
in
such
matters
,
though
his
stout
wife
was
screaming
joyfully
with
the
others
,
disappeared
tactfully
into
the
house
.
Seeing
this
,
Sonny
Corleone
made
his
way
to
the
bride
's
table
and
sat
down
beside
young
Lucy
Mancini
,
the
maid
of
honor
.
They
were
safe
.
His
wife
was
in
the
kitchen
putting
the
last
touches
on
the
serving
of
the
wedding
cake
.
Sonny
whispered
a
few
words
in
the
young
girl
's
ear
and
she
rose
.
Sonny
waited
a
few
minutes
and
then
casually
followed
her
,
stopping
to
talk
with
a
guest
here
and
there
as
he
worked
his
way
through
the
crowd
.
