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in to take a shower。 When he came out he dried his naked body in front of her and started dolling up to go out。
Connie stood with hands on hips； her face pointy and white with rage。 〃You're not going anyplace；〃 she said。 〃Your girl friend called and said she can't make it tonight。 You lousy bastard； you have the nerve to give your whores my phone number。 I'll kill you； you bastard。〃 She rushed at him； kicking and scratching。
He held her off with one muscular forearm。 〃You're crazy；〃 he said coldly。 But she could see he was worried； as if he knew the crazy girl he was screwing would actually pull such a stunt。 〃She was kidding around； some nut；〃 Carlo said。
Connie ducked around his arm and clawed at his face。 She got a little bit of his cheek under her fingernails。 With surprising patience he pushed her away。 She noticed he was careful because of her pregnancy and that gave her the courage to feed her rage。 She was also excited。 Pretty soon she wouldn't be able to do anything； the doctor had said no sex for the last two months and she wanted it； before the last two months started。 Yet her wish to inflict a physical injury on Carlo was very real too。 She followed him into the bedroom。
She could see he was scared and that filled her with contemptuous delight。 〃You're staying home；〃 she said； 〃you're not going out。〃
〃OK； OK；〃 he said。 He was still undressed； only wearing his shorts。 He liked to go around the house like that； he was proud of his V…shaped body； the golden skin。 Connie looked at him hungrily。 He tried to laugh。 〃You gonna give me something to eat at least？〃
That mollified her； his calling on her duties； one of them at least。 She was a good cook； she had learned that from her mother。 She sauteed veal and peppers； preparing a mixed salad while the pan simmered。 Meanwhile Carlo stretched out on his bed to read the next day's racing form。 He had a water glass full of whiskey beside him which he kept sipping at。
Connie came into the bedroom。 She stood in the doorway as if she could not e close to the bed without being invited。 〃The food is on the table；〃 she said。
〃I'm not hungry yet；〃 he said； still reading the racing form。
〃It's on the table；〃 Connie said stubbornly。
〃Stick it up your ass；〃 Carlo said。 He drank off the rest of the whiskey in the water glass； tilted the bottle to fill it again。 He paid no more attention to her。
Connie went into the kitchen； picked up the plates filled with food and smashed them against the sink。 The loud crashes brought Carlo in from the bedroom。 He looked at the greasy veal and peppers splattered all over the kitchen walls and his finicky neatness was outraged。 〃You filthy guinea spoiled brat；〃 he said venomously。 〃Clean that up right now or I'll kick the shit out of you。〃
〃Like hell I will；〃 Connie said。 She held her hands like claws ready to scratch his bare chest to ribbons。
Carlo went back into the bedroom and when he came out he was holding his belt doubled in his hand。 〃Clean it up；〃 he said and there was no mistaking the menace in his voice。 She stood there not moving and he swung the belt against her heavily padded hips； the leather stinging but not really hurting。 Connie retreated to the kitchen cabinets and her hand went into one of the drawers to haul out the long bread knife。 She held it ready。
Carlo laughed。 〃Even the female Corleones are murderers；〃 he said。 He put the belt down on the kitchen table and advanced toward her。 She tried a sudden lunge but her pregnant heavy body made her slow and he eluded the thrust she aimed at his groin in such deadly earnest。 He disarmed her easily and then he started to slap her face with a slow medium…heavy stroke so as not to break the skin。 He hit her again and again as she retreated around the kitchen table trying to escape him and he pursued her into the bedroom。 She tried to bite his hand and he grabbed her by the hair to lift her head up。 He slapped her face until she began to weep like a little girl； with pain and humiliation。 Then he threw her contemptuously onto the bed。 He drank from the bottle of whiskey still on the night table。 He seemed very drunk now； his light blue eyes had a crazy glint in them and finally Connie was truly afraid。
Carlo straddled his legs apart and drank from the bottle。 He reached down and grabbed a chunk of her pregnant heavy thigh in his hand。 He squeezed very hard； hurting her and making her beg for mercy。 〃You're fat as a pig；〃 he said with disgust and walked out of the bedroom。
Thoroughly frightened and cowed； she lay in the bed； not daring to see what her husband was doing in the other room。 Finally she rose and went to the door to peer into the living room。 Carlo had opened a fresh bottle of whiskey and was sprawled on the sofa。 In a little while he would drink himself into sodden sleep and she could sneak into the kitchen and call her family in Long Beach。 She would tell her mother to send someone out here to get her。 She just hoped Sonny didn't answer the phone； she knew it would be best to talk to Tom Hagen or her mother。
It was nearly ten o'clock at night when the kitchen phone in Don Corleone's house rang。 It was answered by one of the Don's bodyguards who dutifully turned the phone over to Connie's mother。 But Mrs。 Corleone could hardly understand what her daughter was saying； the girl was hysterical yet trying to whisper so that her husband in the next room would not hear her。 Also her face had bee swollen because of the slaps； and her puffy lips thickened her speech。 Mrs。 Corleone made a sign to the bodyguard that he should call Sonny； who was in the living room with Tom Hagen。
Sonny came into the kitchen and took the phone from his mother。 〃Yeah； Connie；〃 he said。
Connie was so frightened both of her husband and of what her brother would do that her speech became worse。 She babbled； 〃Sonny； just send a car to bring me home； I'll tell you then； it's nothing； Sonny。 Don't you e。 Send Tom； please； Sonny。 It's nothing； I just want to e home。〃
By this time Hagen had e into the room。 The Don was already under a sedated sleep in the bedroom above and Hagen wanted to keep an eye on Sonny in all crises。 The two interior bodyguards were also in the kitchen。 Everybody was watching Sonny as he listened on the phone。
There was no question that the violence in Sonny Corleone's nature rose from some deep mysterious physical well。 As they watched they could actually see the blood rushing to his heavily corded neck； could see the eyes film with hatred； the separate features of his face tightening； growing pinched； then his face took on the grayish hue of a sick man fighting off some sort of death； except that the adrenaline pumping through his body made his hands tremble。 But his voice was controlled； pitched low； as he told his sister； 〃You wait there。 You just wait there。〃 He hung up the phone。
He stood there for a moment quite stunned with his own rage； then he said； 〃The fucking sonofabitch； the fucking sonofabitch。〃 He ran out of the house。
Hagen knew the look on Sonny's face； all reasoning power had left him。 At this moment Sonny was capable