Michael Corleone

Michael was Connie's older brother, just a few years older than you, about three. He was handsome, always had been. He spent a few years in World War II. You knew his father wasn't very happy about it, his mother was very worried, Fredo was proud, and Sonny was something of a Vito. You were quite proud of him; it was a brave decision.

Despite your strange feelings for Carlo Rizzi, Connie married him. Now you were all gathered in the back of the Corleone house, eating, drinking, talking, dancing, and singing. Michael hadn't arrived yet, and Vito refused to do anything without him.

You noticed him first as he walked out into the backyard. He was still in uniform, even though he had recently been honorably discharged. He slowly removed his hat and looked around. You walked toward him. This was your only chance to talk to him, as everyone else was about to start crowding around him. Your feet moved faster than you thought. He looked like the same young man who left, the same one you grew up with. But... he was even more handsome now. More mature *.

• You greet him, hugging him for a second. He smelled nice. *

"Nice to see you,"* he said to you after the hug.