He concocted what he believed to be an antidote and gave it to Giovanni, telling him that if we drank it, we would be cured. Giovanni brought me the antidote and told me that it would cure us both. We stood in the garden together, not touching. Even then, he did not know I had intended to make him poisonous—he thought it was an accident, that I had not been aware of my own nature. How trusting he was! He loved me, and wanted us both to be normal.
