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teps almost impossible to mount； so the former undertaker had used the freight elevator for these people； a small metal platform； that rose out of the ground beside the building。 The elevator was for coffins and bodies。 It would descend underground； then rise into the funeral parlor itself； so that a crippled mourner would find himself rising through the floor beside the coffin as other mourners moved their black chairs aside to let the elevator rise throngh the trapdoor。 Then when the crippled or aged mourner had finished paying his respects； the elevator would again e up through the polished floor to take him down and out again。
Amerigo Bonasera had found this solution to the problem upseernly and penny…pinching。 So he had had the front of the building remodeled； the stoop done away with and a slightly inclining walk put in its place。 But of course the elevator was still used for coffins and corpses。
In the rear of the building； cut off from the funeral parlor and reception rooms by a massive soundproof door； was the business office； the embalming room； a storeroom for coffins； and a carefully locked closet holding chemicals and the awful tools of his trade。 Bonasera went to the office； sat at his desk and lit up a Camel；；one of the few times he had ever smoked in this building。 Then he waited for Don Corleone。
He waited with a feeling of the utmost despair。 For； he had no doubt as to what services he would be called upon to perform。 For the last year the Corleone Family had waged war against the five great Mafia Families of New York and the carnage had filled the newspapers。 Many men on both sides had been killed。 Now the Corleone Family had killed somebody so important that they wished to hide his body； make it disappear； and what better way than to have it officially buried by a registered undertaker？ And Amerigo Bonasera had no illusions about the act he was to mit。 He would be an accessory to murder。 If it came out； he would spend years in jail。 His daughter and wife would be disgraced； his good name； the respected name of Amerigo Bonasera； dragged through the bloody； mud of the Mafia war。
He indulged himself by smoking another Camel。 And then he thought of something even more terrifying。 When the other Mafia Families found out that he had aided the Corleones they would treat him as an enemy。 They would murder him。 And now he cursed the day he had gone to the Godfather and begged for his vengeance。 He cursed the day his wife and the wife of Don Corleone had bee friends。 He cursed his daughter and America and his own success。 And then his optimism returned。 It could all go well。 Don Corleone was a clever man。 Certainly everything had been arranged to keep the secret。 He had only to keep his nerve。 For of course the one thing more fatal than any other was to earn the Don's displeasure。
He heard tires on gravel。 His practiced ear told him a car was ing through the narrow driveway and parking in the back yard。 He opened the rear door to let them in。 The huge fat man； Clemenza； entered； followed by two very rough…looking young fellows。 They searched the rooms without saying a word to Bonasera； then clemenza went out。 The two young men remained with the undertaker。
A few moments later Bonasera recognized the sound of a heavy ambulance ing through the narrow driveway。 Then Clemenza appeared in the doorway followed by two men carrying a stretcher。 And Amerigo Bonasera's worst fears were realized。 On the stretcher was a corpse swaddled in a gray blanket but with bare yellow feet sticking out the end。
Clemenza motioned the stretcher…bearers into the embalming room。 And then from the blackness of the yard another man stepped into the lighted office room。 It was Don Corleone。
The Don had lost weight during his illness and moved with a curious stiffness。 He was holding his hat in his hands and his hair seemed thin over his massive skull。 He looked older； more shrunken than when Bonasera had seen him at the wedding； but he still radiated power。 Holding his hat against his chest； he said to Bonasera； 〃Well； old friend； are you ready to do me this service？〃
Bonasera nodded。 The Don followed the stretcher into the embalming room and Bonasera trailed after him。 The corpse was on one of the guttered tables。 Don Corleone made a tiny gesture with his hat and the other men left the room。
Bonasera whispered； 〃What do you wish me to do？〃
Don Corleone was staring at the table。 〃I want you to use all your powers； all your skill； as you love me；〃 he said。 〃I do not wish his mother to see him as he is。〃 He went to the table and drew down the gray blanket。 Amerigo Bonasera against all his will； against all his years of training and experience； let out a gasp of horror。 On the embalming able was the bullet…smashed face of Sonny Corleone。 The left eye drowned in blood had a star fracture in its lens。 The bridge of his nose and left cheekbone were hammered into Pulp。
For one fraction of a second the Don put out his hand to support himself against Bonasera's body。 〃See how they have massacred my son；〃 he said。
Chapter 19
Perhaps it was the stalemate that made Sonny Corleone embark on the bloody course of attrition that ended in his own death。 Perhaps it was his dark violent nature given full rein。
In any case； that spring and summer he mounts senseless raids on enemy auxiliaries。 Tattaglia Family pimps were shot to death in Harlem； dock goons were massacred。 Union officials who owed allegiance to the Five Families were warned to stay neutral； and when the Corleone bookmakers and shylocks were still barred from the docks； Sonny sent Clemenza and his regime to wreak havoc upon the long shore。
This slaughter was senseless because it could not affect affect the oute of the war。 Sonny was a brilliant tactician and wears his brilliant victories。 But what was needed was the strategical genius of Don Corleone。 The whole thing degenerated into such a deadly guerrilla war that both sides found themselves losing a great deal of revenue and lives to no purpose。 The Corleone Family was finally forced to close down some of its most profitable bookmaking stations； including the book given to son…in…law Carlo Rizzi for his living。 Carlo took to drink and running with chorus girls and giving his wife Connie a hard time。 Since his beating at the hands of Sonny he had not dared to hit his wife again but he had not slept with her。 Connie had thrown herself at his feet and he had spurned her； as he thought； like a Roman； with exquisite patrician pleasure。 He had sneered at her； 〃Go call your brother and tell him I won't screw you； maybe he'll beat me up until I get a hard on。〃
But he was in deadly fear of Sonny though they treated each other with cold politeness。 Carlo had the sense to realize that Sonny would kill him； that Sonny was a man who could； with the naturalness of an animal； kill another man； while he himself would have to call up all his courage； all his will； to mit murder。 It never occurred to Carlo that because of this he was a better man than Sonny Corleone； if such terms could be used； he envied Sonny his awesome savagery； a savagery which was now being a legend。
Tom Hagen； as the Consigliere； disapproved of Sonny's tactics and yet decided not to protest to the Don simply because the tactics； to some extent； worked。 The Five Families seemed to be cowed； finally； as the attrition went on； and their counterblows weakened and finally ceased altogether。 Hagen at first distrusted this seeming pacification of the enemy but Sonny was jubilant。 〃I'll pour it on；〃 he told Hagen； 〃and then those bastards will e begging for a deal。〃
Sonny was worried about other things。 His wife was giving him a hard time because the rumors had gotten to her that Lucy Mancini had bewitched her husband。 And though she joked publicly about her Sonny's equipment and technique； he had stayed away from her too long and she missed him in her bed； and she was making life miserable for him with her nagging。
In addition to this Sonny was under the enormous strain of being a marked man。 He had to be extraordinarily careful in all his movements and he knew that his