Disclaimer: I own nothing. *bursts into hysterical sobbing* By the way, my
dad came up with the title of my story . . . thought I should give him
credit . . .
A/N: You're either lucky or not. Since the chapters are so short I can update quickly. However, they are quite short.
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E-mail number three:
From: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
To: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Clarice,
If you were wondering, I do indeed have a job. It is something I quite enjoy and perhaps someday I can work with you. I think you would be quite good at playing the piano. You're used to moving your fingers quickly and stretching them from all of your work with a gun. If you'd like, I could give you my lesson plan.
The lambs. Clarice, I don't always know the correct answer. I have guessed many times, and about half of them have turned out to be right. I have also done wrong things and things that I regret, such as when I was little and Mischa got taken away from me. With you, I must say that there is one thing that I can't quite figure out about you which makes everything else much more difficult. If I am wrong, you can fully blame it on that missing piece of information. Someday I hope to find out what it is, but until then I need to just guess.
I unfortunately did not have the pleasure of viewing you while you wrote because I was teaching then. I must say that I do often watch you, but I always give you the privacy you need. Occasionally I come into your house, usually just to say good night, but I would never disturb anything, as I'm sure you would know.
Yes, my life could change at any moment, and it just has recently with our correspondence. I find myself sitting in front of my computer checking my e- mail more often than I do anything else. U can't say how happy I was when you answered. As for the missing piece, that is already starting to come back, and once it is fully here I will tell you. At the moment, you can't do anything except answer my e-mails and grace me with your occasional presence, hopefully under better circumstances that the last two times we have met.
Perhaps we could get together this coming Saturday at La Maison Rouge. I find there food to be quite delicious, and it isn't to far away. If it is all right with you, I could pick you up at six?
Regards,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
Ps. I greatly look forward to seeing you in that dress again and I believe that you will act perfectly at the restaurant.
Not to worry, you sound nothing like me, but perhaps that is because I am me, and therefore have difficulty telling. It's rather hard to find out.
Ta ta,
H
Pps. It doesn't matter how you sign it, Clarice. See you on Saturday.
A/N: You're either lucky or not. Since the chapters are so short I can update quickly. However, they are quite short.
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E-mail number three:
From: The Doctor [thedoctor16@rcn.com]
To: Clarice [cstarling79@usa.net]
Cc:
Subject: RE: Hello Clarice
Dear Clarice,
If you were wondering, I do indeed have a job. It is something I quite enjoy and perhaps someday I can work with you. I think you would be quite good at playing the piano. You're used to moving your fingers quickly and stretching them from all of your work with a gun. If you'd like, I could give you my lesson plan.
The lambs. Clarice, I don't always know the correct answer. I have guessed many times, and about half of them have turned out to be right. I have also done wrong things and things that I regret, such as when I was little and Mischa got taken away from me. With you, I must say that there is one thing that I can't quite figure out about you which makes everything else much more difficult. If I am wrong, you can fully blame it on that missing piece of information. Someday I hope to find out what it is, but until then I need to just guess.
I unfortunately did not have the pleasure of viewing you while you wrote because I was teaching then. I must say that I do often watch you, but I always give you the privacy you need. Occasionally I come into your house, usually just to say good night, but I would never disturb anything, as I'm sure you would know.
Yes, my life could change at any moment, and it just has recently with our correspondence. I find myself sitting in front of my computer checking my e- mail more often than I do anything else. U can't say how happy I was when you answered. As for the missing piece, that is already starting to come back, and once it is fully here I will tell you. At the moment, you can't do anything except answer my e-mails and grace me with your occasional presence, hopefully under better circumstances that the last two times we have met.
Perhaps we could get together this coming Saturday at La Maison Rouge. I find there food to be quite delicious, and it isn't to far away. If it is all right with you, I could pick you up at six?
Regards,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.
Ps. I greatly look forward to seeing you in that dress again and I believe that you will act perfectly at the restaurant.
Not to worry, you sound nothing like me, but perhaps that is because I am me, and therefore have difficulty telling. It's rather hard to find out.
Ta ta,
H
Pps. It doesn't matter how you sign it, Clarice. See you on Saturday.