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made his own breakfast of a glass of grappa, a thick slice of Genoa salami with a
Chunk of fresh Italian bread that was still delivered to his door as in the old days.
Then he drank a great, plain china mug filled with hot coffee that had been lashed
With anisette. But as he padded about the house in his old bathrobe and red felt
slippers he pondered on the day's work that lay ahead of him. Last night Sonny
Corleone had made it very clear that Paulie Gatto was to be taken care of
Immediately. It had to be today.
Clemenza was troubled. Not because Gatto had been his protйgй and had
turned traitor. This did not reflect on the caporegime 's judgment. After all,
Paulie's background had been perfect. He came from a Sicilian family, he had
Grown up in the same neighborhood as the Corleone children, had indeed even
Gone to school with one of the sons. He had been brought up through each level
In the proper manner. He had been tested and not found wanting. And then after
he had "made his bones" he had received a good living from the Family, a
percentage of an East Side "book" and a union payroll slot. Clemenza had not
Been unaware that Paulie Gatto supplemented his income with free-lance
stickups, strictly against the Family rules, but even this was a sign of the man's
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