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And so she let Tom Hagen escape to his corner conference room and once in that
room, Hagen began to tremble so violently he had to sit down with his legs squeezed
together, his head hunched into his contracted shoulders, hands clasped together
between his knees as if he were praying to the devil.
He was, he knew now, no fit Consigliori for a Family at war. He had been fooled,
faked out, by the Five Families and their seeming timidity. They had remained quiet,
laying their terrible ambush (засада ['жmbu]). They had planned and waited, holding
their bloody hands no matter what provocation they had been given. They had waited to
land one terrible blow. And they had. Old Genco Abbandando would never have fallen
for it, he would have smelled a rat, he would have smoked them out, tripled his
precautions. And through all this Hagen felt his grief. Sonny had been his true brother,
his savior; his hero when they had been boys together. Sonny had never been mean or
bullying (to bully –
affection, had taken him in his arms when Sollozzo had turned him loose. Sonny's joy at
that reunion had been real. That he had grown up to be a cruel and violent and bloody
man was, for Hagen, not relevant (уместный, относящийся к делу ['relivnt]).
He had walked out of the kitchen because he knew he could never tell Mama
Corleone about her son's death. He had never thought of her as his mother as he
thought of the Don as his father and Sonny as his brother. His affection for her was like
his affection for Freddie and Michael and Connie. The affection for someone who has
been kind but not loving. But he could not tell her. In a few short months she had lost all
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her sons; Freddie exiled to Nevada, Michael hiding for his life in Sicily, and now Santino
dead. Which of the three had she loved most of all? She had never shown.
It was no more than a few minutes, Hagen got control of himself again and picked up
the phone. He called Connie's number. It rang for a long time before Connie answered
in a whisper.
Hagen spoke to her gently. "Connie, this is Tom. Wake your husband up, I have to
talk to him."
Connie said in a low frightened voice, "Tom, is Sonny coming here?"
"No," Hagen said. "Sonny's not coming there. Don't worry about that. Just wake Carlo
up and tell him it's very important I speak to him."
Connie's voice was weepy. "Tom, he beat me up, I'm afraid he'll hurt me again if he
knows I called home."
Hagen said gently, "He won't. He'll talk to me and I'll straighten him out. Everything
will be OK. Tell him it's very important, very, very important he come to the phone. OK?"
It was almost five minutes before Carlo's voice came over the phone, a voice half
slurred by whiskey and sleep. Hagen spoke sharply to make him alert.
"Listen, Carlo," he said, "I'm going to tell you something very shocking. Now prepare
yourself because when I tell it to you I want you to answer me very casually as if it's less
than it is. I told Connie it was important so you have to give her a story. Tell her the
Family has decided to move you both to one of the houses in the mall and to give you a
big job. That the Don has finally decided to give you a chance in the hope of making
your home life better. You got that?"
There was a hopeful note in Carlo's voice as he answered, "Yeah, OK."
Hagen went on, "In a few minutes a couple of my men are going to knock on your
door to take you away with them. Tell them I want them to call me first. Just tell them
that. Don't say anything else. I'll instruct them to leave you there with Connie. OK?"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Carlo said. His voice was excited. The tension in Hagen's voice
seemed to have finally alerted him that the news coming up was going to be really
important. Hagen gave it to him straight. "They killed Sonny tonight. Don't say anything.
Connie called him while you were asleep and he was on his way over there, but I don't
want her to know that, even if she guesses it, I don't want her to know it for sure. She'll
start thinking it's all her fault. Now I want you to stay with her tonight and not tell her
anything. I want you to make up with her. I want you to be the perfect loving husband.
And I want you to stay that way until she has her baby at least. Tomorrow morning
somebody, maybe you, maybe the Don, maybe her mother, will tell Connie that her
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brother got killed. And I want you by her side. Do me this favor and I'll take care of you
in the times to come. You got that?"
Carlo's voice was a little shaky. "Sure, Tom, sure. Listen, me and you always got
along. I'm grateful. Understand?"
"Yeah," Hagen said. "Nobody will blame your fight with Connie for causing this, don't
worry about that. I'll take care of that." He paused and softly, encouragingly, "Go ahead
now, take care of Connie." He broke the connection.
He had learned never to make a threat, the Don had taught him that, but Carlo had
gotten the message all right: he was a hair away from death.