Charlie said that day, lying in bed, sick to his guts, that if he were to die from this illness - he would die without ever seeing The Godfather. He actually asked me if it was physically possible - to never see The Godfather during one's lifetime.
I said it was not. He smiled. He actually smiled. His eyes flickered: suddenly we both knew he was going to pull through. We saw the world differently back then. But maybe it was a different world.