N was diabetic. Interested in revolvers. He subscribed to foreign language firearm magazines, compared models, studied their parts and how to disassemble them. They said he didn’t own a gun.
He had wanted to be a mechanical engineer, studied economics instead and then had to take over his father’s fabric shop, which he ran meticulously.
Young friends helped him read his magazines. If they were planning to study economics, he would gently seek to find out why they hadn’t chosen engineering. Late in life, he married. After that, his friends felt he avoided company.
One evening, his wife found N dead in a chair in the next room. The television was on. He had a revolver in his hand, a silencer attached.