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Quid Pro Quo

copyright 2003, by Clariz

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Sir Anthony Hopkins was sitting at the piano, playing one of his own compositions when he sensed someone entering the room.

He turned to see Hannibal Lecter smiling behind him.

Tony was a little surprised at the intrusion, but not terribly disturbed. He couldn't think of one single reason why he should fear the good Dr.

"Good evening, Sir Anthony. I hope you forgive me for intruding in this fashion, but as you probably can well imagine, I rather use this discreet approach in order to keep a low profile."

Dr. Hannibal Lecter produced a wide, charming smile.

"Not at all, this is indeed an intriguing surprise. Feel free to call me Tony." He came forward and stretched out his hand. "Please, have a seat. Would you care for a drink?"

"No thank you," said the doctor, shaking hands. "I cannot stay long, Clarice is waiting for me to go food shopping."

"So, to what do I owe the honor?"

"Let me get to the point. Clarice was hoping to attend the Oscar Ceremonies, and is proving rather difficult to get invitations. Even if we did, it wouldn't be wise if both you and I attended. It would be perfect, however, if I went in your place."

"You want to impersonate me at the Oscars?" exclaimed an astounded Tony.

"Why not?" responded Hannibal "You certainly impersonated me long enough. And quite successfully I might add. At least I have the courtesy to ask. My first thought was to go about it in a different fashion, but Clarice and I discussed it. She suggested we might resolve this small issue in a quid pro quo fashion. Clarice herself made a similar arrangement with this morning, as a result Ms Foster will not attend. Ms Moore is a nominee, and it would have been insensitive to approach her."

Sir Anthony was staring, silently.

"You don't have to answer right this minute. Of course, you are aware I have no intention of disappointing Clarice. Here is the address of my mail delivery service. Don't worry, I am not concerned about you calling the authorities. Ta Ta"

He disappeared as quietly as he had appeared.


A few days latter, the delivery service forwarded an envelope to their mailbox.

It contained the two invitations to the Oscars and a note.

I generally dislike big events such as this one. Unless I should become myself a nominee in the future, it would always be a pleasure to see you attend on my behalf, if you are willing.

You know how to get in touch with me. It might be interesting if you both cared to come for dinner sometime. I'll cook



copyright 2003, by Clariz

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