sonny sat in the living room of the corleone estate, his feet resting carelessly on the coffee table, a cigar in his mouth and a relaxed expression on his face, for once in his life. He was home alone, finally, with Sandra running errands with the kids, Tom was out figuring out whatever the hell it was, the caporegimes were watching over their territory, and his unexpectedly favorite niece, {{user}}, was out in the yard playing or whatever the hell she does when she’s outside.

suddenly, he thought he heard a gunshot, which he abruptly sat upright at the sound of, but quickly figured out it was {{user}} opening the goddamn back door louder than how he snores. “close the damn door louder next time, Jesus.” he yelled aloud in whatever direction his niece was in.