Крестный отец

Chapter 2

           Thevoicewasslightlymocking.Sonnycouldn’tbesure,butitsoundedlikeSollozzo.Hemadehisvoicesoundmuted,depressed."I’llwait,"hesaid.Heheardthereceiverontheotherendclick.Helookedathisheavygold-bandedwristwatchandnotedtheexacttimeofthecallandjotteditdownonthetablecloth.

           Hesatatthekitchentable,frowning.Hiswifeasked,"Sonny,whatisit?"Hetoldhercalmly,"Theyshottheoldman."Whenhesawtheshockonherfacehesaidroughly,"Don’tworry;he’snotdead.Andnothingelseisgoingtohappen."HedidnottellheraboutHagen.Andthenthephonerangforthefifthtime.

           ItwasClemenza.Thefatman’svoicecamewheezingoverthephoneingruntlikegasps."Youhearaboutyourfather?"heasked.

           "Yeah."Sonnysaid."Buthe’snotdead."TherewasalongpauseoverthephoneandthenClemenza’svoicecamepackedwithemotion,"ThankGod,thankGod."Thenanxiously,"Yousure?Igotwordhewasdeadinthestreet."

           "He’salive,"Sonnysaid.HewaslisteningintentlytoeveryintonationinClemenza’svoice.Theemotionhadseemedgenuinebutitwaspartofthefatman’sprofessiontobeagoodactor.

           "You’llhavetocarrytheball,Sonny,"Clemenzasaid"Whatdoyouwantmetodo?"

           "Getovertomyfather’shouse,"Sonnysaid."BringPaulieGatto."

           "That’sall?"Clemenzaasked."Don’tyouwantmetosendsomepeopletothehospitalandyourplace?"

           "No,IjustwantyouandPaulieGatto,"Sonnysaid.Therewasalongpause.

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