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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
?
"
Dr.
Kennedy
looked
over
the
large
group
with
exasperation
.
Did
n'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
,
"
he
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
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Dr.
Kennedy
.
"
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
to
weep
.
Dr.
Kennedy
shrugged
.
It
was
impossible
to
explain
to
these
peasants
.
At
the
same
time
he
recognized
the
crude
justice
in
the
man
's
remarks
.
His
role
was
over
.
Still
exquisitely
polite
,
he
said
,
"
Please
wait
for
the
nurse
to
let
you
in
,
she
has
a
few
necessary
things
to
do
with
the
patient
.
"
He
walked
away
from
them
down
the
corridor
,
his
white
coat
flapping
.
The
nurse
went
back
into
the
room
and
they
waited
.
Finally
she
came
out
again
,
holding
the
door
for
them
to
enter
.
She
whispered
,
"
He
's
delirious
with
the
pain
and
fever
,
try
not
to
excite
him
.
And
you
can
stay
only
a
few
minutes
,
except
for
the
wife
.
"
She
recognized
Johnny
Fontane
as
he
went
by
her
and
her
eyes
opened
wide
.
He
gave
her
a
faint
smile
of
acknowledgment
and
she
stared
at
him
with
frank
invitation
.
He
filed
her
away
for
future
reference
,
then
followed
the
others
into
the
sick
man
's
room
.
Genco
Abbandando
had
run
a
long
race
with
death
,
and
now
,
vanquished
,
he
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
.
