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be my partner in life, as I think they say. Not an equal partner. That can't be."

Kay sat up in bed. She switched on a huge lamp standing on the night table and then

she lit a cigarette. She leaned back on the pillows and said quietly, "You're telling me

you're a gangster, isn't that it? You're telling me that you're responsible for people being

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killed and other sundry crimes related to murder. And that I'm not ever to ask about that

part of your life, not even to think about it. Just like in the horror movies when the

monster asks the beautiful girl to marry him." Michael grinned, the cracked part of his

face turned toward her, and Kay said in contrition, "Oh, Mike, I don't even notice that

stupid thing, I swear I don't."

"I know," Michael said laughing. "I like having it now except that it makes the snot drip

out of my nose."

"You said be serious," Kay went on. "If we get married what kind of a life am I

supposed to lead? Like your mother, like an Italian housewife with just the kids and

home to take care of? And what about if something happens? I suppose you could wind

up in jail someday."

"No, that's not possible," Michael said. "Killed, yes; jail, no."

Kay laughed at this confidence, it was a laugh that had a funny mixture of pride with

its amusement. "But how can you say that?" she said. "Really."

Michael sighed. "These are all the things I can't talk to you about, I don't want to talk

to you about."

Kay was silent for a long time. "Why do you want me to marry you after never calling

me all these months? Am I so good in bed?"

Michael nodded gravely. "Sure," he said. "But I'm getting it for nothing so why should I

marry you for that? Look, I don't want an answer now. We're going to keep seeing each

other. You can talk it over with your parents. I hear your father is a real tough guy in his

own way. Listen to his advice."

"You haven't answered why, why you want to marry me," Kay said.

Michael took a white handkerchief from the drawer of the night table and held it to his

nose. He blew into it and then wiped. "There's the best reason for not marrying me," he

said. "How would that be having a guy around who always has to blow his nose."

Kay said impatiently, "Come on, be serious, I asked you a question."

Michael held the handkerchief in his hand. "OK," he said, "this one time. You are the

only person I felt any affection for, that I care about. I didn't call you because it never

occurred to me that you'd still be interested in me after everything that's happened. Sure,

I could have chased you, I could have conned you, but I didn't want to do that. Now

here's something I'll trust you with and I don't want you to repeat it even to your father. If

everything goes right, the Corleone Family will be completely legitimate in about five

years. Some very tricky things have to be done to make that possible. That's when you

may become a wealthy widow. Now what do I want you for? Well, because I want you

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and I want a family. I want kids; it's time. And I don't want those kids to be influenced by

me the way I was influenced by my father. I don't mean my father deliberately

influenced me. He never did. He never even wanted me in the family business. He

wanted me to become a professor or a doctor, something like that. But things went bad

and I had to fight for my Family. I had to fight because I love and admire my father. I

never knew a man more worthy of respect. He was a good husband and a good father

and a good friend to people who were not so fortunate in life. There's another side to

him, but that's not relevant to me as his son. Anyway I don't want that to happen to our

kids. I want them to be influenced by you. I want them to grow up to be All-American

kids, real All-American, the whole works. Maybe they or their grandchildren will go into

politics." Michael grinned. "Maybe one of them will be President of the United States.

Why the hell not? In my history course at Dartmouth we did some background on all the

Presidents and they had fathers and grandfathers who were lucky they didn't get

hanged. But I'll settle for my kids being doctors or musicians or teachers. They'll never

be in the Family business. By the time they are that old I'll be retired anyway. And you

and I will be part of some country club crowd, the good simple life of well-to-do

Americans. How does that strike you for a proposition?"

"Marvelous," Kay said. "But you sort of skipped over the widow part."

"There's not much chance of that. I just mentioned it to give a fair presentation."

Michael patted his nose with the handkerchief.

"I can't believe it, I can't believe you're a man like that, you're just not," Kay said. Her

face had a bewildered look. "I just don't understand the whole thing, how it could

possibly be."

"Well, I'm not giving any more explanations," Michael said gently. "You know, you

don't have to think about any of this stuff, it has nothing to do with you really, or with our

life together if we get married."

Kay shook her head. "How can you want to marry me, how can you hint that you love