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farmhouse I own. The Palermo people have made their peace with me now that you’re
supposed to be dead, so it was you they were after all the time. They wanted to kill you
while making people think it was me they were after. That’s something you should know.
As for everything else, leave it all to me. You recover your strength and be tranquil.”
Michael was remembering everything now. He knew his wife was dead, that Calo was
dead. He thought of the old woman in the kitchen. He couldn’t remember if she had
come outside with him. He whispered, “Filomena?” Don Tommasino said quietly, “She
wasn’t hurt, just a bloody nose from the blast. Don’t worry about her.”
Michael said, “Fabrizzio. Let your shepherds know that the one who gives me Fabrizzio
will own the finest pastures in Sicily.”
Both men seemed to sigh with relief. Don Tontmasino lifted a glass from a nearby table
and drank from it an amber fluid that jolted his head up. Dr. Taza sat on the bed and
said almost absently, “You know, you’re a widower. That’s rare in Sicily.” As if the
distinction might comfort him.
Michael motioned to Don Tommasino to lean closer. The Don sat on the bed and bent
his head. “Tell my father to get me home,” Michael said. “Tell my father I wish to be his
son.”
But it was to be another month before Michael recovered from his injuries and another
two months after that before all the necessary papers and arrangements were ready.
Then he was flown from Palermo to Rome and from Rome to New York. In all that time
no trace had been found of Fabrizzio.
Book Seven Chapter 25 When Kay Adams received her college degree, she took a job teaching grade school in
her New Hampshire hometown. The first six months after Michael vanished she made
weekly telephone calls to his mother asking about him. Mrs. Corleone was always
friendly and always wound up saying, “You a very very nice girl. You forget about Mikey
and find a nice husband.” Kay was not offended at her bluntness and understood that
the mother spoke out of concern for her as a young girl in an impossible situation.
When her first school term ended, she decided to go to New York to buy some decent
clothes and see some old college girl friends. She thought also about looking for some
sort of interesting job in New York. She had lived like a spinster for almost two years,