The Sicilian - Mario Puzo [105]
“But what made me love him was the pleasure he received in doing a good deed. He was really delighted to help someone else. That never changed. I always saw the same pleasure, as if he gained more from the giving than they did from the taking. That is why the people of Sicily love him.”
Hector Adonis said quietly, “Until the Portella della Ginestra.”
Justina lowered her eyes and said fiercely, “They love him still.”
Michael said quickly, “But how did you meet him again?”
Justina said, “My older brother was a friend of his. And maybe my father was a member of the band. I don’t know. Only my family and Turi’s chiefs know we were married. Turi swore everybody to secrecy, afraid the authorities would arrest me.”
Everybody at the table was stunned at this news. Justina reached inside her dress and drew out a small purse. From it she took out a cream-colored stiff-papered document with a heavy seal and offered it to Michael, but Hector Adonis took it and read it. Then he smiled at her. “You will be in America tomorrow. Can I tell Turi’s parents the good news?”
Justina blushed. “They always thought I was pregnant without being married,” she said. “They thought less of me for it. Yes, you can tell them.”
Michael said, “Have you ever seen or read the Testament that Turi has hidden?”
Justina shook her head. “No,” she said. “Turi never spoke of it to me.”
Don Domenic’s face had gone wintry, but he also looked curious. He had heard about the Testament, Michael thought, but didn’t approve of it. How many people did know? Certainly not the people of Sicily. Only members of the government in Rome, Don Croce and Guiliano’s family and his inner circle of outlaws.
Hector Adonis said, “Don Domenic, may I ask to be your guest until word arrives from America that Justina is safely there? Then I can arrange for Guiliano to receive the news. It should be for no more than an extra night.”
Don Domenic said with blunt forcefulness, “You will do me an honor, my dear Professor. Stay as long as you like. But now it’s time for us all to go to bed. Our young Signora must get some sleep for her long journey and I am too old to stay up so late. Avanti.” And he made a shooing gesture like a great affectionate bird, to send them on their way. He personally took Hector Adonis by the arm to lead him to a bedroom, shouting orders to the women servants to take care of the rest of his guests.
When Michael rose the next morning Justina was gone.
Hector Adonis had to sleep over for two nights before the courier letter came from Justina that she was safely in America. Somewhere in the letter was the code word that satisfied Adonis, and the morning he was to leave he asked Michael for a private conference.
Michael had spent the two days tense with anticipation, anxious to get home to America himself. Peter Clemenza’s description of Sonny’s murder had filled Michael with a sense of foreboding about Turi Guiliano. In his mind the two men were growing intertwined. They looked somewhat alike and they both had the same sense of physical vitality and power. Guiliano was only Michael’s age, and Michael was intrigued by the man’s fame; he was anxious at the thought that they would finally meet face to face. He wondered what use his father could put Guiliano to in America. For he had no doubt that was his father’s purpose. Otherwise the assignment of bringing Guiliano home with him did not make sense.
Michael walked with Adonis down to the beach. The armed