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Lay exhausted on the raised bed. He was wasted away to no more than a skeleton,
And what had once been vigorous black hair had turned into obscene stringy
wisps. Don Corleone said cheerily, "Genco, dear friend, I have brought my sons
to pay their respects, and look, even Johnny, all the way from Hollywood."
The dying man raised his fevered eyes gratefully to the Don. He let the young
Men clasp his bony hand in their fleshy ones. His wife and daughters ranged
Themselves along his bed, kissing his cheek, taking his other hand in turn.
3 The Don pressed his old friend's hand. He said comfortingly, "Hurry up and
get better and we'll take a trip back to Italy together to our old village. We'll play
boccie in front of the wineshop like our fathers before us."
The dying man shook his head. He motioned the young men and his family
Away from his bedside; with the other bony claw he hung fast to the Don. He tried
To speak. The Don put his head down and then sat on the bedside chair. Genco
Abbandando was babbling about their childhood. Then his coal-black eyes
Became sly. He whispered. The Don bent closer. The others in the room were
astonished to see tears running down Don Corleone's face as he shook his head.
The quavering voice grew louder, filling the room. With a tortured, superhuman
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