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The Opera

copyright 2001, by Kabochon

Disclaimer:    Dr. Hannibal Lecter, Clarice Starling and Barney Jackson was created by Thomas Harris.  He is used herein without permission, but in the spirit of admiration and respect.  No infringement of copyright is intended, and no profit, of any kind, is made by the creator, maintainer or contributors to this site.

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Clarice stared at her platinum blonde hair, elegantly coiffed in a French twist.  He had suggested it and she smiled, loving the appearance it gave her.  They were going to the opera.  She wore a coral sheath with an overlay of tulle, cabochon emeralds green fire at her ears and throat.  She looked splendid.  He was in white tie and she rose and held out one slender arm.  He smiled at her.

“Shall we go, my dear?”


The blue Mercedes pulled up at the curb of the Teatro Colon, where a doorman hurried to open the door.  Hannibal got out and lent hand to Clarice, who stepped out and raised a murmur of appreciation amongst the crowd for her elegant beauty.  Hannibal took her arm and escorted her inside, inwardly pleased that she would rouse such a response. 

When the first act of Tamerlane was over and the lights rose up, a waiter brought two flutes of champagne for them to drink.  They had a box beside the stage and could see perfectly.  Hannibal handed a flute to Clarice and took one for himself.

“I never would have thought I’d come to love opera as much as I do, Hannibal.”  Clarice said.

“I always knew you had it in you, my dear,” he said. 

She placed her hand on his and held his thumb, her eyes saying much more than her vocal cords were capable of.  He broke eye contact in order to glance up in the stands, his brow arched.


He reached down for his opera glasses, raised them and looked into the stands.  After a moment, he put them back down.

“What is it, mon chere?”

Hannibal locked eyes with Clarice, a smile on his lips.  “Barney is here.”

“Barney Jackson?”

“Up in the student seats, way up.  He was looking this way.  I believe I scared him.”

“Barney saw us?”

“Yes.”  There was no doubt in Hannibal’s mind.

Clarice’s brow furrowed.  “Do we need to worry about that?”

“If it were anyone else, I should say yes.  But it’s Barney, and my answer is no.  And don’t you worry, my dear.”

Clarice sipped her champagne.  Barney had seen her with Hannibal Lecter.  What if he felt obliged to report it to someone?  Then again, being that it had been almost three years since she’d been “missing,” she thought it highly unlikely that he would be believed.  After a moment, she began to share Hannibal’s insight that Barney’s knowledge gave them no reason to worry.  If anything, it made them safer.

Upon cursory glances of the crowds as they were leaving, Hannibal waited until he and Clarice were safely in the comfort of their Mercedes before telling her.

“I did not notice our friend leaving the opera house, my love.  I feel as though he departed before the opera ended, maybe right after the lights went down for the second act.”

“Really, Hannibal?”

He kissed her nose.  

“Barney is wise.” 


copyright 2001, by Kabochon

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