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           Fabrizzosaidtothecafeproprietor,"Youknowallthegirlshere,I’llbet.Wesawsomebeautiescomingdowntheroad,oneinparticulargotourfriendherehitwiththethunderbolt."HemotionedtoMichael.

           ThecafeownerlookedatMichaelwithnewinterest.Thecrackedfacehadseemedquiteordinarytohimbefore,notworthasecondglance.Butamanhitwiththethunderboltwasanothermatter."Youhadbetterbringafewbottleshomewithyou,myfriend,"hesaid."You’llneedhelpingettingtosleeptonight."

           Michaelaskedtheman,"Doyouknowagirlwithherhairallcurly?Verycreamyskin,verybigeyes,verydarkeyes.Doyouknowagirllikethatinthevillage?"

           Thecafeownersaidcurdy,"No.Idon’tknowanygirllikethat."Hevanishedfromtheterraceintohiscafe.

           Thethreemendranktheirwineslowly,finishedoffthejugandcalledformore.Theownerdidnotreappear.Fabrizziowentintothecafeafterhim.WhenFabrizziocameouthegrimacedandsaidtoMichael,"JustasIthought,it’shisdaughterweweretalkingaboutandnowhe’sinthebackboilinguphisbloodtodousamischief.Ithinkwe’dbetterstartwalkingtowardCorleone."

           DespitehismonthsontheislandMichaelstillcouldnotgetusedtotheSiciliantouchinessonmattersofsex,andthiswasextremeevenforaSicilian.Butthetwoshepherdsseemedtotakeitasamatterofcourse.Theywerewaitingforhimtoleave.Fabrizziosaid,"Theoldbastardmentionedhehastwosons,bigtoughladsthathehasonlytowhistleup.Let’sgetgoing."