Chapter 17
Clarice awoke from a deep dreamless sleep, but with a banging headache. Would she ever learn? At the moment she didn't think so.
There was allot she needed to day. But first of she really needed to have breakfast. Her stomach was getting more and more loud to a point where she couldn't think of anything else.
When Clarice had had breakfast, she started to clean the house; it took her several hours before she was satisfied with the result. The sweat was running from her head, just as the daily runs she took. Sadly she hadn't had time, and now she could get her workout from cleaning.
His voice again crept into her head, how he had mocked her, her mother for what she was, and now the irony of it all came back full force. It was getting well past noon and if Clarice hoped to get any shopping done, she would have to drive into town now. She looked forward to seeing if it was as she had imaging.
She was glad that she had taken out all the money on her credit card and cashed the rather large check, even the house wasn't bought in her name, Clarice had made sure that there where no leads in Italy for them to follow. Not yet anyway. Clarice smiled.
She took her purse filled with cash and the harpy, it was all she needed. It was time for the final draw, the one that would checkmate Dr. Lecter.
Clarice was determined to call him that, even after all she'd done, she would wait till he gave her permission to call him by his first name. But how sweet shall it not be?
At that moment, Clarice longed for the company of Dr. Lecter more then anything else, the FBI was fading raptly, it was a distant dream, not just a dream but a bad nightmare, why had she let self get used in the manner that she had? It was beyond her comprehension. What you won't put up with because you think that it's where you belong.
Her lips began to burn with the remembrance of their last meeting. Would she ever say she was sorry? "NO, I'm not sorry, I needed the time, I needed to see for my self." Clarice was surprise at the fact she had spoken it out loud.
As if it was a cue, Clarice went to her car, and drove towards Florence.
Clarice awoke from a deep dreamless sleep, but with a banging headache. Would she ever learn? At the moment she didn't think so.
There was allot she needed to day. But first of she really needed to have breakfast. Her stomach was getting more and more loud to a point where she couldn't think of anything else.
When Clarice had had breakfast, she started to clean the house; it took her several hours before she was satisfied with the result. The sweat was running from her head, just as the daily runs she took. Sadly she hadn't had time, and now she could get her workout from cleaning.
His voice again crept into her head, how he had mocked her, her mother for what she was, and now the irony of it all came back full force. It was getting well past noon and if Clarice hoped to get any shopping done, she would have to drive into town now. She looked forward to seeing if it was as she had imaging.
She was glad that she had taken out all the money on her credit card and cashed the rather large check, even the house wasn't bought in her name, Clarice had made sure that there where no leads in Italy for them to follow. Not yet anyway. Clarice smiled.
She took her purse filled with cash and the harpy, it was all she needed. It was time for the final draw, the one that would checkmate Dr. Lecter.
Clarice was determined to call him that, even after all she'd done, she would wait till he gave her permission to call him by his first name. But how sweet shall it not be?
At that moment, Clarice longed for the company of Dr. Lecter more then anything else, the FBI was fading raptly, it was a distant dream, not just a dream but a bad nightmare, why had she let self get used in the manner that she had? It was beyond her comprehension. What you won't put up with because you think that it's where you belong.
Her lips began to burn with the remembrance of their last meeting. Would she ever say she was sorry? "NO, I'm not sorry, I needed the time, I needed to see for my self." Clarice was surprise at the fact she had spoken it out loud.
As if it was a cue, Clarice went to her car, and drove towards Florence.