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The wake was held in the house of the mall； in the old…fashioned style。 Amerigo Bonasera had never done finer work； had discharged all obligations； by preparing his old friend and Godfather as lovingly as a mother prepares a bride for her wedding。 Everyone mented on how not even death itself had been able to erase the nobility and the dignity of the great Don's countenance and such remarks made Amerigo Bonasera fill with knowing pride； a curious sense of power。 Only he knew what a terrible massacre death had perpetrated on the Don's appearance。
All the old friends and servitors came。 Nazorine； his wife； his daughter and her husband and their children； Lucy Mancini came with Freddie from Las Vegas。 Tom Hagen and his wife and children； the Dons from San Francisco and Los Angeles； Boston and Cleveland。 Rocco Lampone and Albert Neri were pallbearers with Clemenza and Tessio and； of course； the sons of the Don。 The mall and all its houses were filled with floral wreaths。
Outside the gates of the mall were the newspapermen and photographers and a small truck that was known to contain FBI men with their movie cameras recording this epic。 Some newspapermen who tried to crash the funeral inside found that the gate and fence were manned with security guards who demanded identification and an invitation card。 And though they were treated with the utmost courtesy； refreshment sent out to them； they were not permitted inside。 They tried to speak with some of the people ing out but were met with stony stares and not a syllable。
Michael Corleone spent most of the day in the corner library room with Kay； Tom Hagen and Freddie。 People were ushered in to see him； to offer their condolences。 Michael received them with all courtesy even when some of them addressed him as Godfather or Don Michael； only Kay noticing his lips tighten with displeasure。
Clemenza and Tessio came to join this inner circle and Michael personally served them with a drink。 There was some gossip of business。 Michael informed them that the mall and all its houses were to be sold to a development and construction pany。 At an enormous profit； still another proof of the great Don's genius。
They all understood that now the whole empire would be in the West。 That the Corleone Family would liquidate its power in New York。 Such action had been awaiting the retirement or death of the Don。
It was nearly ten years since there had been such a celebration of people in this house； nearly ten years since the wedding of Constanzia Corleone and Carlo Rizzi； so somebody said。 Michael walked to the window that looked out on the garden。 That long time ago he had sat in the garden with Kay never dreaming that so curious a destiny was to be his。 And his father dying had said； 〃Life is so beautiful。〃 Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death； as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it。
It was time for the cemetery。 It was time to bury the great Don。 Michael linked his arm with Kay's and went out into the garden to join the host of mourners。 Behind him came the caporegimes followed by their soldiers and then all the humble people the Godfather had blessed during his lifetime。 The baker Nazorine； the widow Colombo and her sons and all the countless others of his world he had ruled so firmly but justly。 There were even some who had been his enemies； e to do him honor。
Michael observed all this with a tight； polite smile。 He was not impressed。 Yet； he thought； if I can die saying； 〃Life is so beautiful；〃 then nothing else is important。 If I can believe in myself that much； nothing else matters。 He would follow his father。 He would care for his children； his family； his world。 But his children would grow in a different world。 They would be doctors； artists； scientists。 Governors。 Presidents。 Anything at all。 He would see to it that they joined the general family of humanity； but he； as a powerful and prudent parent would most certainly keep a wary eye on that general family。
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On the morning after the funeral； all the most important officials of the Corleone Family assembled on the mall。 Shortly before noon they were admitted into the empty house of the Don。 Michael Corleone received them。
They almost filled the corner library room。 There were the two caporegimes； Clemenza and Tessio； Rocco Lampone； with his reasonable； petent air； Carlo Rizzi； very quiet； very much knowing his place； Tom Hagen forsaking his strictly legal role to rally around in this crisis； Albert Neri trying to stay physically close to Michael； lighting his new Don's cigarette； mixing his drink； all to show an unswerving loyalty despite the recent disaster to the Corleone Family。
The death of the Don was a great misfortune for the Family。 Without him it seemed that half their strength was gone and almost all their bargaining power against the Barzini…Tattaglia alliance。 Everyone in the room knew this and they waited for what Michael would say。 In their eyes he was not yet the new Don； he had not earned the position or the title。 If the Godfather had lived； he might have assured his son's succession； now it was by no means certain。
Michael waited until Ned had served drinks。 Then he said quietly； 〃I just want to tell everybody here that I understand how they feel。 I know you all respected my father； but now you have to worry about yourselves and your families。 Some of you wonder how what happened is going to affect the planning we've done and the promises I made。 Well； the answer to that is： nothing。 Everything goes on as before。〃
Clemenza shook his great shaggy buffalo head。 His hair was an iron gray and his features； more deeply embedded in added layers of fat； were unpleasant。 〃The Barzinis and Tattaglias are going to move in on us real hard； Mike。 You gotta fight or have a 'sit…down' with them。〃 Everyone in the room noticed that Clemenza had not used a formal form of address to Michael； much less the title of Don。
〃Let's wait and see what happens；〃 Michael said。 〃Let them break the peace first。〃
Tessio spoke up in his soft voice。 〃They already have； Mike。 They opened up two 'books' in Brooklyn this morning。 I got the word from the police captain who runs the protection list at the station house。 In a month I won't have a place to hang my hat in all Brooklyn。〃
Michael stared at him thoughtfully。 〃Have you done anything about it？〃
Tessio shook his small； ferretlike head。 〃No；〃 he said。 〃I didn't want to give you any problems。〃
〃Good；〃 Michael said。 〃Just sit tight。 And I guess that's what I want to say to all of you。 Just sit tight。 Don't react to any provocation。 Give me a few weeks to straighten things out； to see which way the wind is going to blow。 Then I'll make the best deal I can for everybody here。 Then we'll have a final meeting and make some final decisions。〃
He ignored their surprise and Albert Neri started ushering them out。 Michael said sharply； 〃Tom； stick around a few minutes。〃
Hagen went to the window that faced the mall。 He waited until he saw the caporegimes and Carlo Rizzo and Rocco Lampone being she