The Godfather


“The Godfather” By Mario Puzo



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 “The Godfather” By Mario Puzo
 
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When Michael Corleone was discharged early in 1945 to recover from a disabling 
wound, he had no idea that his father had arranged his release. He stayed home for a 
few weeks, then, without consulting anyone, entered Dartmouth College in Hanover, 
New Hampshire, and so he left his father’s house. To return for the wedding of his sister 
and to show his own future wife to them, the washed-out rag of an American girl. 
Michael Corleone was amusing Kay Adams by telling her little stories about some of the 
more colorful wedding guests. He was, in turn, amused by her finding these people 
exotic, and, as always, charmed by her intense interest in anything new and foreign to 
her experience. Finally her attention was caught by a small group of men gathered 
around a wooden barrel of homemade wine. The men were Amerigo Bonasera, 
Nazorine the Baker, Anthony Coppola and Luca Brasi. With her usual alert intelligence 
she remarked on the fact that these four men did not seem particularly happy. Michael 
smiled. “No, they’re not,” he said. “They’re waiting to see my father in private. They have 
favors to ask.” And indeed it was easy to see that all four men constantly followed the 
Don with their eyes. 
As Don Corleone stood greeting guests, a black Chevrolet sedan came to a stop on the 
far side of the paved mall. Two men in the front seat pulled notebooks from their jackets 
and, with no attempt at concealment, jotted down license numbers of the other cars 
parked around the mall. Sonny turned to his father and said, “Those guys over there 
must be cops.” 
Don Corleone shrugged. “I don’t own the street. They can do what they please.” 
Sonny’s heavy Cupid face grew red with anger. “Those lousy bastards, they don’t 
respect anything.” He left the steps of the house and walked across the mall to where 
the black sedan was parked. He thrust his face angrily close to the face of the driver, 
who did not flinch but flapped open his wallet to show a green identification card. Sonny 
stepped back without saying a word. He spat so that the spittle hit the back door of the 
sedan and walked away. He was hoping the driver would get out of the sedan and come 
after him, on the mall, but nothing happened. When he reached the steps he said to his 
father, “Those guys are FBI men. They’re taking down all the license numbers. Snotty 
bastards.” 
Don Corleone knew who they were. His closest and most intimate friends had been 
advised to attend the wedding in automobiles not their own. And though he disapproved 
of his son’s foolish display of anger, the tantrum served a purpose. It would convince the 



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