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           Hereacheddownandgrabbedachunkofherpregnantheavythighinhishand.Hesqueezedveryhard,hurtingherandmakingherbegformercy."You’refatasapig,"hesaidwithdisgustandwalkedoutofthebedroom.

           Thoroughlyfrightenedandcowed,shelayinthebed,notdaringtoseewhatherhusbandwasdoingintheotherroom.Finallysheroseandwenttothedoortopeerintothelivingroom.Carlohadopenedafreshbottleofwhiskeyandwassprawledonthesofa.InalittlewhilehewoulddrinkhimselfintosoddensleepandshecouldsneakintothekitchenandcallherfamilyinLongBeach.Shewouldtellhermothertosendsomeoneoutheretogether.ShejusthopedSonnydidn’tanswerthephone,sheknewitwouldbebesttotalktoTomHagenorhermother.

           Itwasnearlyteno’clockatnightwhenthekitchenphoneinDonCorleone’shouserang.ItwasansweredbyoneoftheDon’sbodyguardswhodutifullyturnedthephoneovertoConnie’smother.ButMrs.Corleonecouldhardlyunderstandwhatherdaughterwassaying,thegirlwashystericalyettryingtowhispersothatherhusbandinthenextroomwouldnothearher.Alsoherfacehadbecomeswollenbecauseoftheslaps,andherpuffylipsthickenedherspeech.Mrs.CorleonemadeasigntothebodyguardthatheshouldcallSonny,whowasinthelivingroomwithTomHagen.

           Sonnycameintothekitchenandtookthephonefromhismother."Yeah,Connie,"hesaid.

           Conniewassofrightenedbothofherhusbandandofwhatherbrotherwoulddothatherspeechbecameworse.