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me, you never say the word but you just now said you loved your father, you never said

you loved me, how could you if you distrust me so much you can't tell me about the

most important things in your life? How can you want to have a wife you can't trust?

Your father trusts your mother. I know that."

"Sure," Michael said. "But that doesn't mean he tells her everything. And, you know,

he has reason to trust her. Not because they got married and she's his wife. But she

bore him four children in times when it was not that safe to bear children. She nursed

and guarded him when people shot him. She believed in him. He was always her first

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loyalty for forty years. After you do that maybe I'll tell you a few things you really don't

want to hear."

"Will we have to live in the mall?" Kay asked.

Michael nodded. "We'll have our own house, it won't be so bad. My parents don't

meddle. Our lives will be our own. But until everything gets straightened out, I have to

live in the mall."

"Because it's dangerous for you to live outside it," Kay said.

For the first time since she had come to know him, she saw Michael angry. It was cold

chilling anger that was not externalized in any gesture or change in voice. It was a

coldness that came off him like death and Kay knew that it was this coldness that would

make her decide not to marry him if she so decided.

"The trouble is all that damn trash in the movies and in the newspapers," Michael said.

"You've got the wrong idea of my father and the Corleone Family. I'll make a final

explanation and this one will be really final. My father is a businessman trying to provide

for his wife and children and those friends he might need someday in a time of trouble.

He doesn't accept the rules of the society we live in because those rules would have

condemned him to a life not suitable to a man like himself, a man of extraordinary force

and character. What you have to understand is that he considers himself the equal of all

those great men like Presidents and Prime Ministers and Supreme Court Justices and

Governors of the States. He refuses to live by rules set up by others, rules which

condemn him to a defeated life. But his ultimate aim is to enter that society with a

certain power since society doesn't really protect its members who do not have their

own individual power. In the meantime he operates on a code of ethics he considers far

superior to the legal structures of society."

Kay was looking at him incredulously. "But that's ridiculous," she said. "What if

everybody felt the same way? How could society ever function, we'd be back in the

times of the cavemen. Mike, you don't believe what you're saying, do you?"

Michael grinned at her. "I'm just telling you what my father believes. I just want you to

understand that whatever else he is, he's not irresponsible, or at least not in the society

which he has created. He's not a crazy machine-gunning mobster as you seem to think.

He's a responsible man in his own way."

"And what do you believe?" Kay asked quietly.

Michael shrugged. "I believe in my family," he said. "I believe in you and the family we

may have. I don't trust society to protect us, I have no intention of placing my fate in the

hands of men whose only qualification is that they managed to con a block of people to

vote for them. But that's for now. My father's time is done. The things he did can no

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longer be done except with a great deal of risk. Whether we like it or not the Corleone

Family has to join that society. But when they do I'd like us to join it with plenty of our

own power; that is, money and ownership of other valuables. I'd like to make my

children as secure as possible before they join that general destiny."

"But you volunteered to fight for your country, you were a war hero," Kay said. "What

happened to make you change?"

Michael said, "This is really getting us no place. But maybe I'm just one of those real

old-fashioned conservatives they grow up in your hometown. I take care of myself,

individual. Governments really don't do much for their people, that's what it comes down

to, but that's not it really. All I can say, I have to help my father, I have to be on his side.

And you have to make your decision about being on my side," He smiled at her. "I

guess getting married was a bad idea."

Kay patted the bed. "I don't know about marrying, but I've gone without a man for two

years and I'm not letting you off so easy now. Come on in here."

When they were in bed together, the light out, she whispered to him, "Do you believe

me about not having a man since you left?"

"I believe you," Michael said.

"Did you?" she whispered in a softer voice.

"Yes," Michael said. He felt her stiffen a little. "But not in the last six months." It was

true. Kay was the first woman he had made love to since the death of Apollonia.

Chapter 26

The garish suite overlooked the fake fairyland grounds in the rear of the hotel;

transplanted palm trees lit up by climbers of orange lights, two huge swimming pools