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           JohnnyFontanesaidtotheDon,"WhenIgottheweddinginvitationIsaidtomyself,‘MyGodfatherisn’tmadatmeanymore.’IcalledyoufivetimesaftermydivorceandTomalwaystoldmeyouwereoutorbusysoIknewyouweresore."

           DonCorleonewasfillingglassesfromtheyellowbottleofStrega."That’sallforgotten.Now.CanIdosomethingforyoustill?You’renottoofamous,toorich,thatIcan’thelpyou?"

           Johnnygulpeddowntheyellowfieryliquidandheldouthisglasstoberefilled.Hetriedtosoundjaunty."I’mnotrich,Godfather.I’mgoingdown.Youwereright.IshouldneverhaveleftmywifeandkidsforthattrampImarried.Idon’tblameyouforgettingsoreatme."

           TheDonshrugged."Iworriedaboutyou,you’remygodson,that’sall."

           Johnnypacedupanddowntheroom."Iwascrazyaboutthatbitch.ThebiggeststarinHollywood.Shelookslikeanangel.Andyouknowwhatshedoesafterapicture?Ifthemakeupmandoesagoodjobonherface,sheletshimbangher.Ifthecameramanmadeherlookextragood,shebringshimintoherdressingroomandgiveshimascrew.Anybody.SheusesherbodylikeIusetheloosechangeinmypocketforatip.Awhoremadeforthedevil."

           DonCorleonecurtlybrokein."Howisyourfamily?"

           Johnnysighed."Itookcareofthem.AfterthedivorceIgaveGinnyandthekidsmorethanthecourtssaidIshould.Igoseethemonceaweek.Imissthem.SometimesIthinkI’mgoingcrazy."Hetookanotherdrink."Nowmysecondwifelaughsatme.