I knew a man who was named Fortunato. I called him my friend, but truly I hated him. He did and said many terrible things to me. I decided to punish him. I promised myself. But I was patient, and did not tell anyone about my promise.
I wanted to punish him very much, but I did not want anyone to catch me. If you are caught, a wrong is not made right. It is also important that the other person knows. He must know who is punishing him.
Fortunato always believed that I liked him. My words and actions showed that I was a friend. I always smiled at him. I was smiling because I was thinking of his death. But he, of course, did not know that.
All men have weak points, and Fortunato’s weakness was wine. He loved it. He did not know much about any other subject, but he knew a lot about wines. I also liked wine and knew a lot about it. I bought a large amount of it when I could.
