Крестный отец

           "Youeatsomething?"Kaysaidno,meaningshedidn’twantanythingtoeat,butMrs.CorleoneturnedfuriouslyonTomHagenandberatedhiminItalianendingwith,"Youdon’tevengivethispoorgirlcoffee,youdisgrazia."ShetookKaybythehand,theoldwoman’shandsurprisinglywarmandalive,andledherintothekitchen."Youhavecoffeeandeatsomething,thensomebodydriveyouhome.Anicegirllikeyou,Idon’twantyoutotakethetrain."ShemadeKaysitdownandbustledaroundthekitchen,tearingoffhercoatandhatanddrapingthemoverachair.Inafewsecondstherewasbreadandcheeseandsalamionthetableandcoffeeperkingonthestove.

           Kaysaidtimidly,"IcametoaskaboutMike,Ihaven’theardfromhim.Mr.Hagensaidnobodyknowswhereheis,thathe’llturnupinalittlewhile."

           Hagenspokequickly,"That’sallwecantellhernow,Ma."

           Mrs.Corleonegavehimalookofwitheringcontempt."Nowyougonnatellmewhattodo?Myhusbanddon’ttellmewhattodo,Godhavemercyonhim."Shecrossedherself.

           "IsMr.Corleoneallright?"Kayasked.

           "Fine,"Mrs.Corleonesaid."Fine.He’sgettingold,he’sgettingfoolishtoletsomethinglikethathappen."Shetappedherheaddisrespectfully.ShepouredthecoffeeandforcedKaytoeatsomebreadandcheese.

           AftertheydranktheircoffeeMrs.CorleonetookoneofKay’shandsinhertwobrownones.Shesaidquietly,"Mikeynogonnawriteyou,younogonnahearfromMikey.Hehidetwo—threeyears.Maybemore,maybemuchmore