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Michael
leaned
over
the
bed
.
He
took
his
father
's
hand
in
his
.
"
It
's
Mike
,
"
he
said
.
"
Do
n't
be
afraid
.
Now
listen
,
do
n't
make
any
noise
at
all
,
especially
if
somebody
calls
out
your
name
.
Some
people
want
to
kill
you
,
understand
?
But
I
'm
here
so
do
n't
be
afraid
.
"
Don
Corleone
,
still
not
fully
conscious
of
what
had
happened
to
him
the
day
before
,
in
terrible
pain
,
yet
smiled
benevolently
on
his
youngest
son
,
wanting
to
tell
him
,
but
it
was
too
much
effort
,
"
Why
should
I
be
afraid
now
?
Strange
men
have
come
to
kill
me
ever
since
I
was
twelve
years
old
.
"
The
hospital
was
small
and
private
with
just
one
entrance
.
Michael
looked
through
the
window
down
into
the
street
.
There
was
a
curved
courtyard
that
had
steps
leading
down
into
the
street
and
the
street
was
empty
of
cars
.
But
whoever
came
into
the
hospital
would
have
to
come
through
that
entrance
.
He
knew
he
did
n't
have
much
time
so
he
ran
out
of
the
room
and
down
the
four
flights
and
through
the
wide
doors
of
the
ground
floor
entrance
.
Off
to
the
side
he
saw
the
ambulance
yard
and
there
was
no
car
there
,
no
ambulances
either
.
Michael
stood
on
the
sidewalk
outside
the
hospital
and
lit
a
cigarette
.
He
unbuttoned
his
coat
and
stood
in
the
light
of
a
lamppost
so
that
his
features
could
be
seen
.
A
young
man
was
walking
swiftly
down
from
Ninth
Avenue
,
a
package
under
his
arm
.
The
young
man
wore
a
combat
jacket
and
had
a
heavy
shock
of
black
hair
.
His
face
was
familiar
when
he
came
under
the
lamplight
but
Michael
could
not
place
it
.
But
the
young
man
stopped
in
front
of
him
and
put
out
his
hand
,
saying
in
a
heavy
Italian
accent
,
"
Don
Michael
,
do
you
remember
me
?
Enzo
,
the
baker
's
helper
to
Nazorine
the
Paniterra
;
his
son-in-law
.
Your
father
saved
my
life
by
getting
the
government
to
let
me
stay
in
America
.
"
Michael
shook
his
hand
.
He
remembered
him
now
.
Enzo
went
on
,
"
I
've
come
to
pay
my
respects
to
your
father
.
Will
they
let
me
into
the
hospital
so
late
?
"
Michael
smiled
and
shook
his
head
.
"
No
,
but
thanks
anyway
.
I
'll
tell
the
Don
you
came
.
"
A
car
came
roaring
down
the
street
and
Michael
was
instantly
alert
.
He
said
to
Enzo
,
"
Leave
here
quickly
.
There
may
be
trouble
.
You
do
n't
want
to
get
involved
with
the
police
.
"
He
saw
the
look
of
fear
on
the
young
Italian
's
face
.
Trouble
with
the
police
might
mean
being
deported
or
refusal
of
citizenship
.
But
the
young
man
stood
fast
.
He
whispered
in
Italian
.
"
If
there
's
trouble
I
'll
stay
to
help
.
I
owe
it
to
the
Godfather
.
"
Michael
was
touched
.
He
was
about
to
tell
the
young
man
to
go
away
again
,
but
then
he
thought
,
why
not
let
him
stay
?
Two
men
in
front
of
the
hospital
might
scare
off
any
of
Sollozzo
's
crew
sent
to
do
a
job
.
One
man
almost
certainly
would
not
.
He
gave
Enzo
a
cigarette
and
lit
it
for
him
.
They
both
stood
under
the
lamppost
is
the
cold
December
night
.
The
yellow
panes
of
the
hospital
,
bisected
by
the
greens
of
Christmas
decorations
,
twinkled
down
on
them
.
They
had
almost
finished
their
cigarettes
when
a
long
low
black
car
turned
into
30th
Street
from
Ninth
Avenue
and
cruised
toward
them
,
very
close
to
the
curb
.
It
almost
stopped
.
Michael
peered
to
see
their
faces
inside
,
his
body
flinching
involuntarily
.
The
car
seemed
about
to
stop
,
then
speeded
forward
.
Somebody
had
recognized
him
.
Michael
gave
Enzo
another
cigarette
and
noticed
that
the
baker
's
hands
were
shaking
.
To
his
surprise
his
own
hands
were
steady
.
