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Godfather
Behind
every
great
fortune
there
is
a
crime
.
Amerigo
Bonasera
sat
in
New
York
Criminal
Court
Number
3
and
waited
for
justice
;
vengeance
on
the
men
who
had
so
cruelly
hurt
his
daughter
,
who
had
tried
to
dishonor
her
.
The
judge
,
a
formidably
heavy-featured
man
,
rolled
up
the
sleeves
of
his
black
robe
as
if
to
physically
chastise
the
two
young
men
standing
before
the
bench
.
His
face
was
cold
with
majestic
contempt
.
But
there
was
something
false
in
all
this
that
Amerigo
Bonasera
sensed
but
did
not
yet
understand
.
"
You
acted
like
the
worst
kind
of
degenerates
,
"
the
judge
said
harshly
.
Yes
,
yes
,
thought
Amerigo
Bonasera
.
Animals
.
Animals
.
The
two
young
men
,
glossy
hair
crew
cut
,
scrubbed
clean-cut
faces
composed
into
humble
contrition
,
bowed
their
heads
in
submission
.
The
judge
went
on
.
"
You
acted
like
wild
beasts
in
a
jungle
and
you
are
fortunate
you
did
not
sexually
molest
that
poor
girl
or
I
'd
put
you
behind
bars
for
twenty
years
.
"
The
judge
paused
,
his
eyes
beneath
impressively
thick
brows
flickered
slyly
toward
the
sallow-faced
Amerigo
Bonasera
,
then
lowered
to
a
stack
of
probation
reports
before
him
.
He
frowned
and
shrugged
as
if
convinced
against
his
own
natural
desire
.
He
spoke
again
.
"
But
because
of
your
youth
,
your
clean
records
,
because
of
your
fine
families
,
and
because
the
law
in
its
majesty
does
not
seek
vengeance
,
I
hereby
sentence
you
to
three
years
'
confinement
to
the
penitentiary
.
Sentence
to
be
suspended
.
"
Only
forty
years
of
professional
mourning
kept
the
overwhelming
frustration
and
hatred
from
showing
on
Amerigo
Bonasera
's
face
.
His
beautiful
young
daughter
was
still
in
the
hospital
with
her
broken
jaw
wired
together
;
and
now
these
two
animales
went
free
?
It
had
all
been
a
farce
.
He
watched
the
happy
parents
cluster
around
their
darling
sons
.
Oh
,
they
were
all
happy
now
,
they
were
smiling
now
.
The
black
bile
,
sourly
bitter
,
rose
in
Bonasera
's
throat
,
overflowed
through
tightly
clenched
teeth
.
He
used
his
white
linen
pocket
handkerchief
and
held
it
against
his
lips
.
He
was
standing
so
when
the
two
young
men
strode
freely
up
the
aisle
,
confident
and
cool-eyed
,
smiling
,
not
giving
him
so
much
as
a
glance
.
He
let
them
pass
without
saying
a
word
,
pressing
the
fresh
linen
against
his
mouth
.
The
parents
of
the
animales
were
coming
by
now
,
two
men
and
two
women
his
age
but
more
American
in
their
dress
.
They
glanced
at
him
,
shamefaced
,
yet
in
their
eyes
was
an
odd
,
triumphant
defiance
.
