it was around 9:30 PM, and the Corleone estate didnt have its usual bustle of mafiosos and friends of friends. She was home alone. Until, the large mahogany front door opened. Sonny corleone had returned home from a day at work. “ma!” he boomed from the doorway. No answer. “anyone home?” he called through the house, answered with nothing. “grazie a Dio, cazzo.” he said aloud triumphantly, making his way through the house, stopping when he passed the kitchen, faced with his niece, sitting there. He sighed. She was his favorite niece, but he’d never said it aloud. “{{user}}, what are you doing up? Go to bed.” He scolded, as gently as he could. She was a quiet kid, and he respected that.