The two characters belong to T. Harris, I just
borrowed them for fun and no profit.
Shifting the Blame
Ardelia tapped the card on her index finger as she walked
slowly towards the brownstone. Her pace was hesitant as the thoughts racing through her
mind filled her with uncertainty and concern.
She had just earned her law degree, the college tuition was courtesy
of the Bureau; and with the newly acquired degree, there came a
new, broader acceptance of the boundaries of right and wrong and the doubtful
morality and infallibility of criminal justice. With these mind-
broadening concepts, she experienced a certain mellowing and
relaxation of her own standards.
"Still," she said to herself, "there are limits."
With this, plus other convoluting thoughts in mind and the card burning in her
hand, she decided it was time to pay Starling a serious visit and put the proverbial
cards on the table.
Clarice's side of the brownstone was dark, except for the dim light of a
solitary lamp in the corner of the living room. Ardelia
paused briefly at the entrance. "I'm home." She
announced, making an effort to sound cheerful as she walked towards the figure
sitting on the far end of the room, practically in the dark. "What on
earth are you doing sitting here in the dark, girl?"
As she approached the chair she heard a sob, and a weak "Hi, Delia."
The tone on her Starling's voice increased her apprehension and in
that moment, filled her with a sudden sense of impending
gloom. Ardelia knew with frightening certainty that her
life was about to change forever.
"What you need, girl,
is some of my grandmother's tea. You just
wait here while I heat up some water." Her words, spoken with her ever-present
common sense, prompted a groan from her friend followed by "Thank
you, Delia," whispered in a toneless voice.
When Ardelia returned, carrying a tray with her grandmother's teakettle, two
mugs and a plate of her homemade cookies, Clarice had turned on another lamp;
the light perfunctorily dispelled the bleakness in the room.
Carefully, Ardelia put down the tray on the coffee table, poured two cups
of tea and after handing one to her friend; she sat down in a
straightback, winged chair near Starling.
"All right then, Clarice," she started with unusual warmth in her
generally no-nonsense voice, "Maybe it is time
that you open up and tell me the whole story, in total confidence and without
restraint." She paused, but not long enough for
Clarice to object, and chuckled, "If you are going to
confide in someone, it might as well be your best friend, hmm?"
"Right," Starling sighed softly. "But I'm afraid that once the
words are spoken, I might see things that I have avoided acknowledging
for a long time."
Ardelia let that pass, took a sip of her tea and picked up a cookie, then said
gently, "Start from the very beginning."
Clarice started talking. For the first time since the night at the Chesapeake,
she allowed herself to verbalize the actual events as they occurred. She told
Ardelia about her suspension and her suspicion of Paul Krendler's wrongdoings,
the Doctor's phone call, and the drive to Union Station, the
kidnapping and Pearcell's reaction to her call. Then her
decision to drive to the Verger estate on the certainty that Dr. Lecter was
being held there to be tortured to death in some hideously
sadistic manner.
She proceeded to tell Ardelia about
rescuing him and how he, in turn, saved her from the pigs, operated on her
to remove a bullet and left
her possessions within her reach, including her gun. She
told her about the entire dinner and about Krendlers situation and then, very
slowly, described every detail of the the events in the
kitchen. She didn't hold anything back.
Ardelia remained silent and hardly moved during the narration until Clarice
told her about the kiss and the events that followed. Then
she leaned forward on the chair and cried out almost breathlessly,
"He cut off his own thumb?"
Clarice nodded and began to cry. Sobbing, she explained how Lecter calmly with
complete composure made a quick tourniquet and wrapped his hand in
paper towels.
"He looked around and found a large insulated mug with a snap-on cover and put
his thumb in the cup. Then he opened
the refrigerator to get some ice which freed my hair but I just stood there in
shock and fell to my knees like an idiot." Her speech was choppy and slightly inarticulate
now and her body wracked with sobs but she made herself go on.
"I wanted to help him. He was bleeding
through the wad of paper and I really wanted to help him, Delia, but I just
couldn't stand up." She paused for just a few beats.
Ardelia was leaning forward, her arms extended, elbows leaning on her knees,
her fingers interlaced, waiting for Clarice to continue.
"He filled the cup with ice cubes, snapped the lid in
place then calmly looked at me and whispered, "Bye for now, Clarice,"
and walked out."
They were both silent. Ardelia, with her legal training and her brilliant mind,
tried to sort out all the information in a manner
that would allow her to prioritize the issues; while Clarice leaned back on the
chair exhausted, giving in to her grief with an occasional
sob.
Finally, Ardelia leaned closer and reached for Clarice's
hand. "From the legal standpoint, everyone involved broke the law.
EVERYONE! Krendler, Verger, yourself, Lecter, Cordell
Dumig, the Sardinians. Everyone."
She paused then to ponder within herself and determine which part of her was
predominant in this issue: the friend, the lawyer, the
law enforcement agent, or the self-made philosopher. She
decided that they all combined into one to form The Philosopher.
"How ironic," she commented, "that Lecter would be the only one
hunted down for punishment, while the others could have gone on with
their lives as respected members of society." The more she thought about
it the more outraged she became at the significance of the whole episode.
"Wasn't Lecter declared insane by the courts?" she asked as an
afterthought.
"Yes," informed Clarice, "He never pleaded anything.
Indeed, he was declared insane by the court."
"So, technically, he was the only one with an excuse for his
actions." Ardelia observed for her own benefit. "The others, sanely
premeditated their criminal activities, for revenge and personal gain
." Chuckling, she added, "Except
for you who reacted out of an overdeveloped, overzealous sense of right
and wrong."
Clarice was staring at her friend in sheer disbelief. She had
not expected such an open-minded reaction from Ardelia. Then, on second
thought, she realized that her friend had never been a close-minded
person and in a further epiphany, Clarice came to
the conclusion that it was her own guilt that had projected a condemning
reaction to her feelings.
"Are you saying that you suddenly see Dr. Lecter as the good
guy?" she asked lightly.
"No, I'm saying that of all present, he is the only convicted criminal
but not the only criminal in this whole
fiasco. Paul Krendler could have continued his criminal activities forever
under the guise of respectability. Mason Verger and his
cronies all committed criminal activities under the umbrella of
the law." She was growing increasingly incensed.
"I'm saying that if you would have waltzed in and declared that you were
marrying one of the Paul Krendlers of this world, everyone would have applauded,
cheered and been delighted at the event. You might have been married to the guy
for years before discovering who he really was. And then I'd have go in
the middle of the night to pick you up along with your kids, a dog
and a canary. " She took a deep breath here because she still had
difficulty accepting the implications of her own conclusions.
"I'm saying that while you sit here torturing yourself endlessly,
horrified to contemplate the thought that you might have feelings for a
criminal, at least you can make a sound decision with the true
foreknowledge of what he is."
"What are you saying, Ardelia?" Clarice asked, incredulous.
"Are you saying that I should contemplate the possibility?"
"I'm saying the more you ignore it, the
bigger it is going to get and the more it is
going to grow out of control. Sooner or later, you
are going to have to deal with it. You should start looking
in that mirror of his and question just what you could and could not live
with." She was using her common sense tone again and
felt she was giving solid advice.
"I'm saying that this monster of yours doesn't seem likely to hurt you.
In fact, he clearly demonstrated quite the
opposite. Shit, Starling, you better look at this note someone
left on the windshield of your car."
She dug in her pocket and handed over the card. "And please, don't hide
your head under the covers and hand it over to the Bureau, along with the
responsibility for your fate. Read the darn thing and put it in your bra for a
few days and see how it feels," she chuckled. "Heck,
Clarice, you know the man, now deal with the issue!" She was
growing disgusted, not so much at the possibility of her friend running away
with a criminal, but at her refusal to take ownership of her feelings.
Suddenly she blurted, "What would you have done if he just threw you over
his shoulder and took you with him?"
Clarice looked up, a sly smile in her face; "I guess I'd fought him with
everything I got and hoped he'd initiate the action so I could always blame it
on him." She chuckled, amazed at her own
duplicity.
Ardelia reached for her hand. "In all fairness, when it comes to you, he
couldn't have been more patient, proper and dedicated. If he wasn't
a serial killer, I might say he is a very good
catch." Laughing now, Ardelia added, "Then
again, Clarice..nobody is perfect."
At that, they both began to laugh enthusiastically.
"Don't you want to read your note?"
Ardelia asked when they stopped laughing.
Slowly, Clarice turned over the card. It was
written in the familiar copperplate.
Hello again, I hope you are well.
I am fine and mending.
Yours,
H
One single tear rolled down her cheek as she read the note twice then folded
the card in half, folded it again, and carefully placed it in her bra.
She looked up at Ardelia and smiled weakly. Then her
smile widened as she declared, "OK, now whatever I
decide, I can always blame it on you."
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