I was hanging on the wall in the cellar thinking about what I possibly could have done to deserve this, such a violent death for something I cannot even remember doing. The cellar was as quiet as a mouse so it was easy to think about what I could have done wrong. I thought about how Montresor and I were friends, I thought I was rather nice to him. I guess I was mistaken. Montresor and I had a few altercations over the past weeks, but I don’t see him killing me over such stupid things though. These altercations took place at a banquet he hosted a few weeks ago. Montresor invited a few of his close friends including me to celebrate with him. He had called everyone to feast on the food he had prepared. The food was rather disgusting so I asked …show more content…
Next time just have me taste it before you serve it.”
So he wasn’t made about that.
As I stood there hanging on the wall of the cellar, I kept trying to remember times Montresor looked like he was angered by my being. I could not understand why he would be mad at me though because Montresor knows I am a very honest about my opinions.
About a week ago Montresor and I were discussing what our favorite wines were, and he said, “Malbec is just spectacular!”
I quickly rebutted, “Are you absurd Malbec is disgusting. A Pinot Grigio is quite better. It taste almost like a beautiful day with no imperfections.”
He argued with me for quite a while before he realized he wasn’t going to win because I’m an expert at all things that have to do with wine. So we decided to talk about wines we didn’t like, and when I said, “I don’t enjoy the taste of Malbec!” Montresor was very angered by me because we had already discussed this, but I don’t think he could have been mad enough to kill me over it.
The only other time he could possibly be upset at me is a few days ago he gave me a gift. The gift was some distasteful wine. He never told me the type he just said, “My good friend please try some of this delectable