marthajefferson:

Vito sat in his study window, with his cigar and his drink,
until Carmella came to the door and knocked once before opening it. When
she saw Vito in the window seat, she sat alongside him. She didn’t say
anything. She looked at his face, and then took his hand in hers and
rubbed his fingers the way he liked, kneading the joints and knuckles
one by one as the last of the daylight faded.

The Family Corleone, based on Mario Puzo’s unfinished screenplay