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w and foreign to her experience。 Finally her attention was caught by a small group of men gathered around a wooden barrel of homemade wine。 The men were Amerigo Bonasera； Nazorine the Baker； Anthony Coppola and Luca Brasi。 With her usual alert intelligence she remarked on the fact that these four men did not seem particularly happy。 Michael smiled。 〃No； they're not；〃 he said。 〃They're waiting to see my father in private。 They have favors to ask。〃 And indeed it was easy to see that all four men constantly followed the Don with their eyes。
As Don Corleone stood greeting guests； a black Chevrolet sedan came to a stop on the far side of the paved mall。 Two men in the front seat pulled notebooks from their jackets and； with no attempt at concealment； jotted down license numbers of the other cars parked around the mall。 Sonny turned to his father and said； 〃Those guys over there must be cops。〃
Don Corleone shrugged。 〃I don't own the street。 They can do what they please。〃
Sonny's heavy Cupid face grew red with anger。 〃Those lousy bastards； they don't respect anything。〃 He left the steps of the house and walked across the mall to where the black sedan was parked。 He thrust his face angrily close to the face of the driver； who did not flinch but flapped open his wallet to show a green identification card。 Sonny stepped back without saying a word。 He spat so that the spittle hit the back door of the sedan and walked away。 He was hoping the driver would get out of the sedan and e after him； on the mall； but nothing happened。 When he reached the steps he said to his father； 〃Those guys are FBI men。 They're taking down all the license numbers。 Snotty bastards。〃
Don Corleone knew who they were。 His closest and most intimate friends had been advised to attend the wedding in automobiles not their own。 And though he disapproved of his son's foolish display of anger； the tantrum served a purpose。 It would convince the interlopers that their presence was unexpected and unprepared for。 So Don Corleone himself was not angry。 He had long ago learned that society imposes insults that must be borne； forted by the knowledge that in this world there es a time when the most humble of men； if he keeps his eyes open； can take his revenge on the most powerful。 It was this knowledge that prevented the Don from losing the humility all his friends admired in him。
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。
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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 bee 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 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
