Hagen's face reddened. If the Don had told him the same thing, he would have
accepted it humbly. But where the hell did Mike come off making such a snap judgment?
"OK," he said, "but I happen to agree with Tessio. I think you're going about this all
wrong. You're making the move out of weakness, not strength. That's always bad.
Barzini is like a wolf, and if he tears you limb from limb, the other Families won't come
rushing to help the Corleones."
The Don finally spoke. "Tom, it's not just Michael. I advised him on these matters.
There are things that may have to be done that I don't want in any way to be
responsible for. That is my wish, not Michael's. I never thought you were a bad
Consigliori, I thought Santino a bad Don, may his soul rest in peace. He had a good
heart but he wasn't the right man to head the Family when I had my little misfortune.
And who would have thought that Fredo would become a lackey of women? So don't
feel badly. Michael has all my confidence as you do. For reasons which you can't know,
you must have no part in what may happen. By the way, I told Michael that Lampone's
secret regime would not escape your eye. So that shows I have faith in you."
Michael laughed. "I honestly didn't think you'd pick that up, Tom."
Hagen knew he was being mollified. "Maybe I can help," he said.
Michael shook his head decisively. "You're out, Tom."
Tom finished his drink and before he left he gave Michael a mild reproof. "You're
nearly as good as your father," he told Michael. "But there's one thing you still have to
learn."
"What's that?" Michael said politely.
"How to say no," Hagen answered.
Michael nodded gravely. "You're right," he said. "I'll rememher 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."
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The Don moved to sit behind the hig 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 come 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 this
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."
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During that year Kay Adams Corleone was delivered of a second child, another boy.
She delivered easily, without any trouble whatsoever, and was welcomed 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 becoming 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, Mae 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 welcomed 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 income from an East Side "book" cousidered especially rich. Neri was content,
satisfied that he lived in a world that properly rewarded a man who did his duty.
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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.
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