Clutching the letter I had received just 2 weeks earlier, I stood outside Grandpa Montresor's mansion. My fingers traced the scribbled ink of a letter from my grandfather. His shaking handwriting indicated that he was getting weaker with time and I knew I had made the right decision to see him. I reread his request: “I realize that your university is closing for the holidays and I would be very happy if you could come and visit me” hoping that this would not be the last time I would see him. My grandfather has always been introverted, reserved and modest, without desires. He has helped me with my education since I lost my father when I was still very young. He had a bizarre sense of nature. I could recall numerous times when he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night with a loud cry only to stare at the blank wall for several hours. When asked what the problem was, he simply replied: “Nothing, really. Frances, would you mind bringing me a glass of Oloroso?” He was a wine connoisseur. I placed the letter in my left hand: my index finger held the envelope, the bottle I already had in my hand. Using my right hand, I knocked gently on the faded yellow door, remembering myself as a kid who had barged in. After a few moments, my grandfather opened the door wide, letting me inside. Francesco: Grandpa, you are very pale, are you sure you want to see me today? Maybe I could come when you've gained some strength. Montresor: (firmly) I'm fine. (More calmer) How nice to see you Francesco. Tell me, how are your studies going? Francesco: I am very fond of Bologna. I made a lot of acquaintances there. Please excuse my heavy eyelids, Grandpa. The city supports the annexation to the kingdom of Sardinia. Everyone is......middle of paper......one, have you managed to live a life in peace?Montresor: I couldn't have lived better dear!Francis: I also have someone who belittles me. And I wish to continue my studies without interruption. A series of coughs take Montresor's breath away. Montresor notices blood on the tissue where he coughed. After a few minutes Montresor catches his breath and manages to speak in a hoarse voice. Montresor: Now let's drink to Fortunato's misfortune. I looked at my grandfather and decided I wouldn't ask any more questions. He has, I observed, lived a peaceful life. Despite his actions, he, unlike many others, lived a happy life. I look at the smile that his sagging skin suggests and I realize that I too want to live a happy life. Just like Grandpa, I will eliminate the enemy and give his advice to my first or second generation of children. This man, I thought, never makes mistakes.