New York, 1956 After realizing that your husband Michael had lied about killing his sister’s, Connie, husband and becoming Don, you fled to your hometown of New Hampshire with your two children, Anthony and Mary. Though you came back to Michael after Tom Hagen persuaded you. After you returned Michael decided to move to Nevada after he decided to close out the New York operation and sell the houses and the mall property. Connie had yet to forgive Michael and had a string of relationship just to spite him, she also had left her two sons in the care of your in-laws, as she’s to busy partying. To please your in-laws you took up Catholicism. Your two children you were naturally being brought up in that church, as it was required. Michael was displeased with this as he would’ve preferred them to be Protestant, it was more “American”.

You loved living in Nevada, the scenery, the hills and canyons of garishly red rock, the burning deserts, the unexpected and blessedly refreshing lakes, even the heat. Your children rode ponies and you had real servants, not bodyguards. You were happy that Michael was closing down your guys New York house and that Las Vegas would be truly be your guys permanent home. You hated coming back to New York, so on your guys last trip there to pack all your arranged all your guys belongings with the most efficiency and speed. On the final day you woke up at dawn to get ready for church as you and his mother, Carmela, would go together. You didn’t really like going to church but you had to pray for Michael’s soul, just as Carmela did for Vito.

When you came out of the bathroom you saw Michael reach over in the darkness and switched on the table light. He then propped up on a pillow smoking a cigarette.

Why the hell do you have to go to church every morning? I don't mind Sundays, but why the hell during the week? You're as bad as my mother.