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eople talked to your sister and she told us how you were always worried about her and her kid； how you straightened the kid out； kept him from going bad。 Your father…in…law says you're the finest fellow in the world。 That's rare。〃 Tactfully Michael did not mention anything about Neri's wife having left him。
They chatted for a while。 Neri had always been a taciturn man； but he found himself opening up to Michael Corleone。 Michael was only about five years his senior； but Neri spoke to him as if he were much older； older enough to be his father。
Finally Michael said； 〃There's no sense getting you out of jail and then just leaving you high and dry。 I can arrange some work for you。 I have interests out in Las Vegas； with your experience you could be a hotel security man。 Or if there's some little business you'd like to go into； I can put a word in with the banks to advance you a loan for capital。〃
Neri was overe with grateful embarrassment。 He proudly refused and then added； 〃I have to stay under the jurisdiction of the court anyway with the suspended sentence。〃
Michael said briskly； 〃That's all crap detail； I can fix that。 Forget about that supervision and just so the banks won't get choosy I'll have your yellow sheet pulled。〃
The yellow sheet was a police record of criminal offenses mitted by any individual。 It was usually submitted to a judge when he was considering what sentence to give a convicted criminal。 Neri had been long enough on the police force to know that many hoodlums going up for sentencing had been treated leniently by the judge because a clean yellow sheet had been submitted by the bribed Police Records Department。 So he was not too surprised that Michael Corleone could do such a thing； he was； however； surprised that such trouble would be taken on his account。
〃If I need help； I'll get in touch；〃 Neri said。
〃Good； good；〃 Michael said。 He looked at his watch and Neri took this for his dismissal。 He rose to go。 Again he was surprised。
〃Lunchtime；〃 Michael said。 〃e on and eat with me and my family。 My father said he'd like to meet you。 We'll walk over to his house。 My mother should have some fried peppers and eggs and sausages。 Real Sicilian style。〃
That afternoon was the most agreeable Albert Neri had spent since he was a small boy； since the days before his parents had died when he was only fifteen。 Don Corleone was at his most amiable and was delighted when he discovered that Neri's parents had originally e from a small village only a few minutes from his own。 The talk was good； the food was delicious； the wine robustly red。 Neri was struck by the thought that he was finally with his own true people。 He understood that he was only a casual guest but he knew he could find a permanent place and be hazy in such a world。
Michael and the Don walked him out to his car。 The Don shook his hand and said； 〃You're a fine fellow。 My son Michael here； I've been teaching him the olive business； I'm getting old； I want to retire。 And he es to me and he says he wants to interfere in your little affair。 I tell him to just learn about the olive oil。 But he won't leave me alone。 He says； here is this fine fellow； a Sicilian and they are doing this dirty trick to him。 He kept on； he gave me no peace until I interested myself in it。 I tell you this to tell that he was right。 Now that I've met you； I'm glad we took the trouble。 So if we can do anything further for you； just ask the favor。 Understand？ We're at your service。〃 （Remembering the Don's kindness； Neri wished the great man was still alive to see the service that would be done this day。）
It took Neri less than three days to make up his mind。 He understood he was being courted but understood more。 That the Corleone Family approved that act of his which society condemned and had punished him for。 The Corleone Family valued him； society did not。 He understood that he would be happier in the world the Corleones had created than in the world outside。 And he understood that the Corleone Family was the more powerful； within its narrower limits。
He visited Michael again and put his cards on the table。 He did not want to work in Vegas but he would take a job with the Family in New York。 He made his loyalty clear。 Michael was touched； Neri could see that。 It was arranged。 But Michael insisted that Neri take a vacation first； down in Miami at the Family hotel there； all expenses paid and a month's salary in advance so he could have the necessary cash to enjoy himself properly。
That vacation was Neri's first taste of luxury。 People at the hotel took special care of him； saying； 〃Ah； you're a friend of Michael Corleone。〃 The word had been passed along。 He was given one of the plush suites； not the grudging small room a poor relation might be fobbed off with。 The man running the nightclub in the hotel fixed him up with some beautiful girls。 When Neri got back to New York he had a slightly different view on life in general。
He was put in the Clemenza regime and tested carefully by that masterful personnel man。 Certain precautions had to be taken。 He had； after all； once been a policeman。 But Neri's natural ferocity overcame whatever scruples he might have had at being on the other side of the fence。 In less than a year he had 〃made his bones。〃 He could never turn back。
Clemenza sang his praises。 Neri was a wonder； the new Luca Brasi。 He would be better than Luca； Clemenza bragged。 After all； Neri was his discovery。 Physically the man was a marvel。 His reflexes and coordination such that he could have been another Joe DiMaggio。 Clemenza also knew that Neri was not a man to be controlled by someone like himself。 Neri was made directly responsible to Michael Corleone； with Tom Hagen as the necessary buffer。 He was a 〃special〃 and as such manded a high salary but did not have his own living； a bookmaking or strong…arm operation。 It was obvious that his respect for Michael Corleone was enormous and one day Hagen said jokingly to Michael； 〃Well now you've got your Luca。〃
Michael nodded。 He had brought it off。 Albert Neri was his man to the death。 And of course it was a trick learned from the Don himself。 While learning the business； undergoing the long days of tutelage by his father； Michael had one time asked； 〃How e you used a guy like Luca Brasi？ An animal like that？〃
The Don had proceeded to instruct him。 〃There are men in this world；〃 he said； 〃who go about demanding to be killed。 You must have noticed them。 They quarrel in gambling games； they jump out of their automobiles in a rage if someone so much as scratches their fender； they humiliate and bully people whose capabilities they do not know。 I have seen a man； a fool； deliberately infuriate a group of dangerous men； and he himself without any resources。 These are people who wander through the world shouting； 'Kill me。 Kill me。' And there is always somebody ready to oblige them。 We read about it in the newspapers every day。 Such people of course do a great deal of harm to others also。
〃Luca Brasi was such a man。 But he was such an extraordinary man that for a long time nobody could kill him。 Most of these people are