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him. You blamed him about Sonny, you always did, everybody did. But you never
thought about me. You never gave a damn about me. What am I going to do now, what
am I going to do?" She was wailing. Two of Michael's bodyguards had come up behind
her and were waiting for orders from him. But he just stood there impassively and
waited for his sister to finish.
Kay said in a shocked voice, "Connie, you're upset, don't say such things."
Connie had recovered from her hysteria. Her voice held a deadly venom. "Why do you
think he was always so cold to me? Why do you think he kept Carlo here on the mall?
All the time he knew he was going to kill my husband. But he didn't dare while my father
was alive. My father would have stopped him. He knew that. He was just waiting. And
then he stood Godfather to our child just to throw us off the track. The coldhearted
bastard. You think you know your husband? Do you know how many men he had killed
with my Carlo? Just read the papers. Barzini and Tattaglia and the others. My brother
had them killed."
She had worked herself into hysteria again. She tried to spit in Michael's face but she
had no saliva.
"Get her home and get her a doctor," Michael said. The two guards immediately
grabbed Connie's arms and pulled her out of the house.
Kay was still shocked, still horrified. She said to her husband, "What made her say all
those things, Michael, what makes her believe that?"
Michael shrugged. "She's hysterical."
Kay looked into his eyes. "Michael, it's not true, please say it's not true."
Michael shook his head wearily. "Of course it's not. Just believe me, this one time I'm
letting you ask about my affairs, and I'm giving you an answer. It is not true." He had
never been more convincing. He looked directly into her eyes. He was using all the
mutual trust they had built up in their married life to make her believe him. And she
could not doubt any longer. She smiled at him ruefully and came into his arms for a kiss.
"We both need a drink," she said. She went into the kitchen for ice and while there
heard the front door open. She went out of the kitchen and saw Clemenza, Neri and
Rocco Lampone come in with the bodyguards. Michael had his back to her, but she
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moved so that she could see him in profile. At that moment Clemenza addressed her
husband, greeting him formally.
"Don Michael," Clemenza said.
Kay could see how Michael stood to receive their homage. He reminded her of
statues in Rome, statues of those Roman emperors of antiquity, who, by divine right,
held the power of life and death over their fel ow men. One hand was on his hip, the
profile of his face showed a cold proud power, his body was carelessly, arrogantly at
ease, weight resting on one foot slightly behind the other. The caporegimes stood
before him. In that moment Kay knew that everything Connie had accused Michael of
was true. She went back into the kitchen and wept.
Book 9
Chapter 32
The bloody victory of the Corleone Family was not complete until a year of delicate
political maneuvering established Michael Corleone as the most powerful Family chief in
the United States. For twelve months, Michael divided his time equally between his
headquarters at the Long Beach mall and his new home in Las Vegas. But at the end of
that year he decided to close out the New York operation and sell the houses and the
mall property. For that purpose he brought his whole family East on a last visit. They
would stay a month, wind up business, Kay would do the personal family's packing and
shipping of household goods. There were a million other minor details.
Now the Corleone Family was unchallengeable, and Clemenza had his own Family.
Rocco Lampone was the Corleone caporegime. In Nevada, Albert Neri was head of all
security for the Family-controlled hotels. Hagen too, was part of Michael's Western
Family.
Time helped heal the old wounds. Connie Corleone was reconciled to her brother
Michael. Indeed not more than a week after her terrible accusations she apologized to
Michael for what she had said and assured Kay that there had been no truth in her
words, that it had been only a young widow's hysteria.
Connie Corleone easily found a new husband; in fact, she did not wait the year of
respect before filling her bed again with a fine young fellow who had come to work for
the Corleone Family as a male secretary. A boy from a reliable Italian family but
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graduated from the top business college in America. Naturally his marriage to the sister
of the Don made his future assured.
Kay Adams Corleone had delighted her in-laws by taking instruction in the Catholic