“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo
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Chapter 10
The hospital was small and private with just one entrance. Michael looked through the
window down into the street. There was a curved courtyard that had steps leading down
into the street and the street was empty of cars. But whoever
came into the hospital
would have to come through that entrance. He knew he didn’t have much time so he ran
out of the room and down the four flights and through the wide doors of the ground floor
entrance. Off to the side he saw the ambulance yard and
there was no car there, no
ambulances either.
Michael stood on the sidewalk outside the hospital and lit a cigarette. He unbuttoned his
coat and stood in the light of a lamppost so that his features could be seen. A young
man was walking
swiftly down from Ninth Avenue, a package under his arm. The young
man wore a combat jacket and had a heavy shock of black hair. His face was familiar
when he came under the lamplight but Michael could not place it.
But the young man
stopped in front of him and put out his hand, saying in a heavy Italian accent, “Don
Michael, do you remember me? Enzo, the baker’s helper to Nazorine the Paniterra; his
son-in-law. Your father saved my life by getting the government
to let me stay in
America.”
Michael shook his hand. He remembered him now.
Enzo went on, “I’ve come to pay my respects to your father. Will they let me into the
hospital so late?”
Michael smiled and shook his head. “No, but thanks anyway. I’ll tell the Don you came.”
A car came roaring down the street and Michael was instantly alert. He said to Enzo,
“Leave here quickly. There may be trouble. You don’t want
to get involved with the
police.”
He saw the look of fear on the young Italian’s face. Trouble with the police might mean
being deported or refusal of citizenship. But the young man stood fast. He whispered in
Italian. “If there’s trouble I’ll stay to help. I owe it to the Godfather.”
Michael was touched. He was about to tell
the young man to go away again, but then he
thought, why not let him stay? Two men in front of the hospital might scare off any of
Sollozzo’s crew sent to do a job. One man almost certainly would not.
He gave Enzo a
cigarette and lit it for him. They both stood under the lamppost is the cold December
night. The yellow panes of the hospital, bisected
by the greens of Christmas
decorations, twinkled down on them. They had almost finished their cigarettes when a