The Sicilian
December, 1984
The SicilianMichael corleone stood on a long wooden dock in Palermo and watched the great ocean liner set sail for America. He was to have sailed on that ship, but new instructions had come from his father.He waved goodbye to the men on the little fishing boat who had brought him to this dock, men who had guarded him these past two years. The fishing boat rode the white wake of the ocean liner, a brave little duckling after its mother. The men on it waved back; he would see them no more.The dock...