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           "OK,"Tessiosaid,"I’llbeoveryourfather’shouseassoonasIgetthingsrolling.OK?Youknowmyboys,right?"

           "Yeah,"Sonnysaid.Hehungup.Hewentovertoasmallwallsafeandunlockedit.Fromithetookanindexedbookboundinblueleather.HeopenedittotheT’suntilhefoundtheentryhewaslookingfor.Itread,"RayFarrell$5,000ChristmasEve."Thiswasfollowedbyatelephonenumber.Sonnydialedthenumberandsaid,"Farrell?"Themanontheotherendanswered,"Yes."Sonnysaid,"ThisisSantinoCorleone.IwantyoutodomeafavorandIwantyoutodoitrightaway.Iwantyoutochecktwophonenumbersandgivemeallthecallstheygotandallthecallstheymadeforthelastthreemonths."HegaveFarrellthenumberofPaulieGatto’shomeandClemenza’shome.Thenhesaid,"Thisisimportant.Getittomebeforemidnightandyou’llhaveanextraveryMerryChristmas."

           BeforehesettledbacktothinkthingsouthegaveLucaBrasi’snumberonemorecall.Againtherewasnoanswer.Thisworriedhimbutheputitoutofhismind.Lucawouldcometothehouseassoonasheheardthenews.Sonnyleanedbackintheswivelchair.InanhourthehousewouldbeswarmingwithFamilypeopleandhewouldhavetotellthemallwhattodo,andnowthathefinallyhadtimetothinkherealizedhowseriousthesituationwas.ItwasthefirstchallengetotheCorleoneFamilyandtheirpowerintenyears