Believe it possible. Ah, men understand friendship more than we women. Go

inside, you will make him happy."

3 A nurse and a doctor came out of Genco Abbandando's private room. The

Doctor was a young man, serious-faced and with the air of one born to command,

That is to say, the air of one who has been immensely rich all his life. One of the

daughters asked timidly, "Dr. Kennedy, can we go to see him now?"

4 Dr. Kennedy looked over the large group with exasperation. Didn't these

people realize that the man inside was dying and dying in torturous pain? It

would be much better if everyone let him die in peace. "I think just the immediate

family," be said in his exquisitely polite voice. He was surprised when the wife

And daughters turned to the short, heavy man dressed in an awkwardly fitted

Tuxedo, as if to hear his decision.

The heavy man spoke. There was just the slightest trace of an Italian accent in

his voice. "My dear doctor," said Don Corleone, "is it true he is dying?"

6 "Yes," said Dr. Kennedy.

7 "Then there is nothing more for you to do," said Don Corleone. "We will take

Up the burden. We will comfort him. We will close his eyes. We will bury him and

weep at his funeral and afterwards we will watch over his wife and daughters." At

Hearing things put so bluntly, forcing her to understand, Mrs. Abbandando began