mp.godfather-第3章
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ridal 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 bee 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。
All eyes followed them。 The maid of honor； thoroughly Americanized by three years of college； was a ripe girl who already had a 〃reputation。〃 All through the marriage rehearsals she had flirted with Sonny Corleone in a teasing； joking way she thought was permitted because he was the best man and her wedding partner。 Now holding her pink gown up off the ground； Lucy Mancini went into the house； smiling with false innocence； ran lightly up the stairs to the bathroom。 She stayed there for a few moments。 When she came out Sonny Corleone was on the landing above； beckoning her upward。
From behind the closed window of Don Corleone's 〃office；〃 a slightly raised corner room； Thomas Hagen watched the wedding party in the festooned garden。 The walls behind him were stacked with law books。 Hagen was the Don's lawyer and acting Consigliere； or counselor； and as such held the most vital subordinate position in the family business。 He and the Don had solved many a knotty problem in this room； and so when he saw the Godfather leave the festivities and enter the house； he knew； wedding or no； there would be a little work this day。 The Don would be ing to see him。 Then Hagen saw Sonny Corleone whisper in Lucy Mancini's ear and their little edy as he followed her into the house。 Hagen grimaced； debated whether to inform the Don； and decided against it。 He went to the desk and picked up a handwritten list of the people who had been granted permission to see Don Corleone privately。 When the Don entered the room； Hagen handed him the list。 Don Corleone nodded and said； 〃Leave Bonasera to the end。〃
Hagen used the French doors and went directly out into the garden to where the supplicants clustered around the barrel of wine。 He pointed to the baker； the pudgy Nazorine。
Don Corleone greeted the baker with an embrace。 They had played together as children in Italy and had grown up in friendship。 Every Easter freshly baked clotted…cheese and wheat…germ pies； their crusts yolk…gold； big around as truck wheels； arrived at Don Corleone's home。 On Christmas； on family birthdays； rich creamy pastries proclaimed the Nazorines' respect。 And all through the years； lean and fat； Nazorine cheerfully paid his dues to the bakery union organized by the Don in his salad days。 Never asking for a favor in return except for the chance to buy black…market OPA sugar coupons during the war。 Now the time had e for the baker to claim his rights as a loyal friend； and Don Corleone looked forward with great pleasure to granting his request。
He gave the baker a Di Nobili cigar and a glass of yellow Strega and put his hand on the man's shoulder to urge him on。 That was the mark of the Don's humanity。 He knew from bitter experience what courage it took to ask a favor from a fellow man。
The baker told the story of his daughter and Enzo。 A fine Italian lad from Sicily； captured by the American Army； sent to the United States as a prisoner of war； given parole to help our war effort！ A pure and honorable love had sprung up between honest Enzo and his sheltered Katherine but now that the war was ended the poor lad would be repatriated to Italy and Nazorine's daughter would surely die of a broken heart。 Only Godfather Corleone could help this afflicted couple。 He was their last hope。
The Don walked Nazorine up and down the room； his hand on the baker's shoulder； his head nodding with understanding to keep up the man's courage。 When the baker had finished； Don Corleone smiled at him and said； 〃My dear friend； put all your worries aside。〃 He went on to explain very carefully what must be done。 The Congressman of the district must be petitioned。 The Congressman would propose a special bill that would allow Enzo to bee a citizen。 The bill would surely pass Congress。 A privilege all those rascals extended to each other。 Don Corleone explained that this would cost money； the going price was now two thousand dollars。 He； Don Corleone； would guarantee performance and accept payment。 Did his friend agree？
The baker nodded his head vigorously。 He did not expect such a great favor for nothing。 That was understood。 A special Act of Congress does not e cheap。 Nazorine was almost tearful in his thanks。 Don Corleone walked him to the door； assuring him that petent people would be sent to the bakery to arrange all details； plete all necessary documents。 The baker embraced him before disappearing into the garden。
Hagen smiled at the Don。 〃That's a good investment for Nazorine。 A son…in…law and a cheap lifetime helper in his bakery all for two thousand dollars。〃 He paused。 〃Who do I give this job to？〃
Don Corleone frowned in thought。 〃Not to our paisan。 Give it to the Jew in the next district。 Have the home addresses changed。 I think there might be many such cases now the war is over； we should have extra people in Washington that can handle the overflow and not raise the price。〃 Hagen made a note on his pad。 〃Not Congressman Luteco。 Try Fischer。〃
The next man Hagen brought in was a very simple case。 His name was Anthony Coppola and he was the son of a man Don Corleone had worked with in the railroad yards in his youth。 Coppola needed five hundred dollars to open a pizzeria； for a deposit on fixtures and the special oven。 For reasons not gone into； credit was not available。 The Don reached into his pocket and took out a roll of bills。 It was not quite enough。 He grimaced and said to Tom Hagen； 〃Loan me a hundred dollars； I'll pay you back Monday when I go to the bank。〃 The supplicant protested that four hundred dollars would be ample； but Don Corleone patted his shoulder； saying； apologetically； 〃This fancy wedding left me a little short of cash。〃 He took the money Hagen extended to him and gave it to Anthony Coppola with his own roll of bills。
Hagen watched with quiet admiration。 The Don always taught that when a man was generous； he must show the generosity as personal。 How flattering to Anthony Coppola that a man like the Don would borrow to loan him money。 Not that Coppola did not know that the Don was a millionaire but how many millionaires let themselves be put to even a small inconvenience by a poor friend？
The Don raised his head inquiringly。 Hagen said； 〃He's not on the list but Luca Brasi wants to see you。 He understands it can't be public but he wants to congratulate you in person。〃
For the first time the Don seemed displeased。 The answer was devious。 〃Is it necessary？〃 he asked。
Hagen shrugged。 〃You understand him better than I do。 But he was very grateful that you invited him to the wedding。 He never expected that。 I think he wants to show his gratitude。〃
Don Corleone nodded and gestured that Luca Brasi should be brought to him。
In the garden Kay Adams was struck by the violet fury imprinted on the face of Luca Brasi。 She asked about him。 Michael had brought Kay to the wedding so that she would slowly and perhaps without too much of a shock； absorb the truth about his father。 But so far she seemed to regard the Don as a slightly unethical businessman。 Michael decided to tell her part of the truth indirectly。 He explained that Luca Brasi was one of the most feared men in the Eastern underworld。 His great talent； it was said； was that he could do a job of murder all by himself； without confederates； which automatically made discovery and conviction by the law almost impossible。 Michael grimaced and said； 〃I don't know whether all that stuff is true。 I do know he is sort of a friend to my father。〃
For the first time Kay began to understand。 She asked a little incredulously； 〃You're not hinting that a man like that works for your father？〃
The hell with it； he thought。 He said； straight out； 〃Nearly fifteen years ago some people wanted to take over my father's oil importing business。 They tried to kill him and nearly did。 Luca Brasi went after them。 The story is that he killed six men in two weeks and that ended the famous olive oil war。〃 He smiled as if it were a joke。
Kay shuddered。 〃You mean your father was shot by gangsters？〃
〃Fifteen year
