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Michael nodded gravely。 〃You're right；〃 he said。 〃I'll remember that。〃
When Hagen had left； Michael said jokingly to his father； 〃So you've taught me everything else。 Tell me how to say no to people in a way they'll like。〃
The Don moved to sit behind the big desk。 〃You cannot say 'no' to the people you love； not often。 That's the secret。 And then when you do； it has to sound like a 'yes。' Or you have to make them say 'no。' You have to take time and trouble。 But I'm old…fashioned； you're the new modern generation； don't listen to me。〃
Michael laughed。 〃Right。 You agree about Tom being out； though； don't you？〃
The Don nodded。 〃He can't be involved in this。〃
Michael said quietly； 〃I think it's time for me to tell you that what I'm going to do is not purely out of vengeance for Apollonia and Sonny。 It's the right thing to do。 Tessio and Tom are right about the Barzinis。〃
Don Corleone nodded。 〃Revenge is a dish that tastes best when it is cold；〃 he said。 〃I would not have made that peace but that I knew you would never e home alive otherwise。 I'm surprised； though； that Barzini still made a last try at you。 Maybe it was arranged before the peace talk and he couldn't stop it。 Are you sure they were not after Don Tommasino？〃
Michael said； 〃That's the way it was supposed to look。 And it would have been perfect； even you would never have suspected。 Except that I came out alive。 I saw Fabrizzio going through the gate； running away。 And of course I've checked it all out since I've been back。〃
〃Have they found that shepherd？〃 the Don asked。
〃I found him；〃 Michael said。 〃I found him a year ago。 He's got his own little pizza place up in Buffalo。 New name； phony passport and identification。 He's doing very well is Fabrizzio the shepherd。〃
The Don nodded。 〃So it's to no purpose to wait any longer。 When will you start？〃
Michael said； 〃I want to wait until after Kay has the baby。 Just in case anything goes wrong。 And I want Tom settled in Vegas so he won't be concerned in the affair。 I think a year from now。〃
〃You've prepared for everything？〃 the Don asked。 He did not look at Michael when he said this。
Michael said gently； 〃You have no part。 You're not responsible。 I take all responsibility。 I would refuse to let you even veto。 If you tried to do that now； I would leave the Family and go my own way。 You're not responsible。〃
The Don was silent for a long time and then he sighed。 He said； 〃So be it。 Maybe that's why I retired； maybe that's why I've turned everything over to you。 I've done my share in life； I haven't got the heart anymore。 And there are some duties the best of men can't assume。 That's it then。〃
During that year Kay Adams Corleone was delivered of a second child； another boy。 She delivered easily； without any trouble whatsoever； and was weled back to the mall like a royal princess。 Connie Corleone presented the baby with a silk layette handmade in Italy； enormously expensive and beautiful。 She told Kay； 〃Carlo found it。 He shopped all over New York to get something extra special after I couldn't find anything I really liked。〃 Kay smiled her thanks； understood immediately that she was to tell Michael this fine tale。 She was on her way to being a Sicilian。
Also during that year； Nino Valenti died of a cerebral hemorrhage。 His death made the front pages of the tabloids because the movie Johnny Fontane had featured him in had opened a few weeks before and was a smash hit； establishing Nino as a major star。 The papers mentioned that Johnny Fontane was handling the funeral arrangements； that the funeral would be private； only family and close friends to attend。 One sensational story even claimed that in an interview Johnny Fontane had blamed himself for his friend's death； that he should have forced his friend to place himself under medical care； but the reporter made it sound like the usual self…reproach of the sensitive but innocent bystander to a tragedy。 Johnny Fontane had made his childhood friend； Nino Valenti； a movie star and what more could a friend do？
No member of the Corleone Family attended the California funeral except Freddie。 Lucy and Jules Segal attended。 The Don himself had wanted to go to California but had suffered a slight heart attack； which kept him in his bed for a month。 He sent a huge floral wreath instead。 Albert Neri was also sent West as the official representative of the Family。
Two days after Nino's funeral； Moe Greene was shot to death in the Hollywood home of his movie…star mistress； Albert Neri did not reappear in New York until almost a month later。 He had taken his vacation in the Caribbean and returned to duty tanned almost black。 Michael Corleone weled him with a smile and a few words of praise； which included the information that Neri would from then on receive an extra 〃living；〃 the Family ine from an East Side 〃book〃 considered especially rich。 Neri was content； satisfied that he lived in a world that properly rewarded a man who did his duty。
Book eight
Chapter 29
Michael Corleone had taken precautions against every eventuality。 His planning was faultless； his security impeccable。 He was patient； hoping to use the full year to prepare。 But he was not to get his necessary year because fate itself took a stand against him； and in the most surprising fashion。 For it was the Godfather； the great Don himself； who failed Michael Corleone。
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On one sunny Sunday morning； while the women were at church； Don Vito Corleone dressed in his gardening uniform： baggy gray trousers； a faded blue shirt； battered dirty…brown fedora decorated by a stained gray silk hatband。 The Don had gained considerable weight in his few years and worked on his tomato vines； he said； for the sake of his health。 But he deceived no one。
The truth was； he loved tending his garden； he loved the sight of it early on a morning。 It brought back his childhood in Sicily sixty years ago； brought it back without the terror； the sorrow of his own father's death。 Now the beans in their rows grew little white flowers on top； strong green stalks of scallion fenced everything in。 At the foot of the garden a spouted barrel stood guard。 It was filled with liquidy cow manure； the finest garden fertilizer。 Also in that lower part of the garden were the square wooden frames he had built with his own hands； the sticks cross…tied with thick white string。 Over these frames crawled the tomato vines。
The Don hastened to water his garden。 It must be done before the sun waxed too hot and turned the water into a prism of fire that could burn his lettuce leaves like paper。 Sun was more important than water； water also was important； but the two； imprudently mixed； could cause great misfortune。
The Don moved through his garden hunting for ants。 If ants were present； it meant that lice were in his vegetables and the ants were going after the lice and he would have to spray。
He had watered just in time。 The sun was being hot and the Don thought； 〃Prudence。 Prudence。〃 But there were just a few more plants to be supported by sticks and he bent down again。 He would go back into the house when he finished this last row。
Quite suddenly it felt as if the sun had e down very close to his head。 The air filled with dancing golden specks。 Michael's oldest boy came running through the garden toward where the Don knelt and the boy was enveloped by a yellow shield of blinding light。 But the Don was not to be tricked； he was too old a hand。 Death hid behind that flaming yellow shield ready to pounce out on him and the Don with a wave of his hand warned the boy away from his presence。 Just in time。 The sledgehammer blow inside his chest made him choke for air。 The Don pitched forward into the earth。
The boy raced away to call his father。 Michael Corleone and some men at the mall gate ran to the garden and found the Don lying prone； clutching handfuls of earth。 They lifted the Don up and carried him to the shade of his stone…flagged patio。 Michael knelt beside his father； holding his hand； while the other men called for an ambulance and doctor。
With a great effort the Don opened his eyes to see his son once more。 The massive heart attack had turned his ruddy face almost blue。 He was in extremis。 He smelled the garden； the yellow shield of light smote his eyes； and he whispered； 〃Life is so beautiful。〃
He was spared the sight of his women's tears； dying before they came back from church； dying before the ambulance arrived； or the doctor。 He died surrounded by men； holding the hand of the son he had most loved。
The funeral was royal。 The Five Families sent their Dons and caporegimes； as did the Tessio and Clemenza Families。 Johnny Fontane made the tabloid headlines by attending the funeral despite the advice of Michael not to appear。 Fontane gave a statement to the newspapers that Vito Corleone was his Godfather and the finest man he had ever known and that he was honored to be permitted to pay his last respects to such a man and didn't give a damn who knew it。
The wake was held in the house of the mall； in the old…fashioned style。 Amerigo Bonasera had never done finer work； had discharged all obligations； by preparing his old friend and Godfather as lovingly as a mother prepares a bride for her wedding。 Everyone mented on how not even death itself had been able to erase the nobility and the dignity of the great Don's countenance and such remarks made Amerigo Bonasera fill with knowing pride； a curious sense of power。 Only he knew what a terrible massacre death had perpetrated on the Don's appearance。
All the old friends and servitors came。 Nazorine； his wife； his daughter and her husband and their children； Lucy Mancini came with Freddie from Las Vegas。 Tom Hagen and his wife and children； the Dons from San Francisco and Los Angeles； Boston and Cleveland。 Rocco Lampone and Albert Neri were pallbearers with Clemenza and Tessio and； of course； the sons of the Don。 The mall and all its houses were filled with floral wreaths。
Outside the gates of the mall were the newspapermen and photographers and a small truck that was known to contain FBI men with their movie cameras recording this epic。 Some newspapermen who tried to crash the funeral inside found that the gate and fence were manned with security guards who demanded identification and an invitation card。 And though they were treated with the utmost courtesy； refreshment sent out to them； they were not permitted inside。 They tried to speak with some of the people ing out but were met with stony stares and not a syllable。
Michael Corleone spent most of the day in the corner library room with Kay； Tom Hagen and Freddie。 People were ushered in to see him； to offer their condolences。 Michael received them with all courtesy even when some of them addressed him as Godfather or Don Michael； only Kay noticing his lips tighten with displeasure。
Clemenza and Tessio came to join this inner circle and Michael personally served them with a drink。 There was some gossip of business。 Michael informed them that the mall and all its houses were to be sold to a development and construction pany。 At an enormous profit； still another proof of the great Don's genius。
They all understood that now the whole empire would be in the West。 That the Corleone Family would liquidate its power in New York。 Such action had been awaiting the retirement or death of the Don。
It was nearly ten years since there had been such a celebration of people in this house； nearly ten years since the wedding of Constanzia Corleone and Carlo Rizzi； so somebody said。 Michael walked to the window that looked out on the garden。 That long time ago he had sat in the garden with Kay never dreaming that so curious a destiny was to be his。 And his father dying had said； 〃Life is so beautiful。〃 Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death； as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it。
It was time for the cemetery。 It was time to bury the great Don。 Michael linked his arm with Kay's and went out into the garden to join the host of mourners。 Behind him came the caporegimes