came to do.
Washed clean of sin, a favored supplicant, she bowed her head and folded her hands
over the altar rail. She shifted her body to make her weight less punishing to her knees.
She emptied her mind of all thought of herself, of her children, of all anger, of all
rebellion, of all questions. Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to
be heard, as she had done every day since the murder of Carlo Rizzi, she said the
necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone.
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