Before the Puccini opening night, Luca, the Corleones' boy, sang a folk song called "Speak Softly, Andy", a song that he informed the onlookers was written and sung around Corleone, Italy. Francesca had a tray of baked goods: canoles. Don Altabello was the intended recipient, him and him alone, having ingratiated himself to Francesca in false friendship, pestering her for some home cooking, like that was a "taste of the old country", even though she was born on Long Island. It was her mother, instead, Abandondo Corleone that had came from the old country all those years ago.
Anyway, the opera started, and old Don Altabello was trying to force feed himself the canole with trembling hands. The whole thing was quite disgusting, sauce and cheese finding their way onto some of the surrounding surfaces.
The canole was quite poisoned, and soon, he nodded his head, as peacefully asleep during the spectacle of the opera, asleep in one of the dignitary boxes.
But quite otherwise dead, like, met with fate and all that. Deep six. The inevitable septic tank phase of life.
Meanwhile, Rocco Neary had feelers out, and an answer on one subject "Fabrizzio", who as Michael explained, carbombed his first wife, Apollonia, back in the old country in a villa, while his safety was being back by Don Tomasino.
They put the kybosh on Fabrizzio.
But later, Michael would have a sugar shock blood glucose event, and actually manage to wax human in speaking to the then ancient Don Tomasino. "I was so feared, while you were so loved." This as Fabrizzio was getting a button pushed on him, and Moe Greene took one through the eyeglasses. Fredo's brains splattered across the private lake inside the Corleone family compound outside of Vegas.
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