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           Nazorineaskedfiercely,"Haveyoudishonoredmyfamily?HaveyougivenmydaughteralittlepackagetorememberyoubynowthatthewarisoverandyouknowAmericawillkickyourassbacktoyourvillagefullofshitinSicily?"

           Enzo,averyshort,stronglybuiltboy,puthishandoverhisheartandsaidalmostintears,yetcleverly,"Padrone,IswearbytheHolyVirginIhavenevertakenadvantageofyourkindness.Iloveyourdaughterwithallrespect.Iaskforherhandwithallrespect.IknowIhavenoright,butiftheysendmebacktoItalyIcannevercomebacktoAmerica.IwillneverbeabletomarryKatherine."

           Nazorine’swife,Filomena,spoketothepoint."Stopallthisfoolishness,"shesaidtoherpudgyhusband."Youknowwhatyoumustdo.KeepEnzohere,sendhimtohidewithourcousinsinLongIsland."

           Katherinewasweeping.Shewasalreadyplump,homelyandsproutingafaintmoustache.ShewouldnevergetahusbandashandsomeasEnzo,neverfindanothermanwhotouchedherbodyinsecretplaceswithsuchrespectfullove."I’llgoandliveinItaly,"shescreamedatherfather."I’llrunawayifyoudon’tkeepEnzohere."

           Nazorineglancedathershrewdly.Shewasa"hotnumber"thisdaughterofhis.HehadseenherbrushherswellingbuttocksagainstEnzo’sfrontwhenthebaker’shelpersqueezedbehindhertofillthecounterbasketswithhotloavesfromtheoven.Theyoungrascal’shotloafwouldbeinheroven,Nazorinethoughtlewdly,ifproperstepswerenottaken.