Untie My Silence Knot - [Beatrice/Bertrand-G-Investigation]

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Synopsis:When Beatrice Baudelaire faces marital problems, a strange plan emerges. Years later, Beatrice Baudelaire accidentally comes across a mystery that needs to be investigated.

Chapter 1 - L, you are very stupid.

The letter that arrived was something that should never have arrived. That letter marked the beginning of the end of my marriage.


B didn't tell me right away. He hid it inside his books. I don't know why he was always so discreet. But then when K was in his office, K found the books. K must have thought it strange that he had never seen those poetry books in the library. When B realized he was alarmed. Too alarmed for my taste. Poor K would never realize the importance of those books alone. There was something else there. And I went to check. That's when I found it. I found his letter. The letter L had written and arrived three days ago. The night B and I talked in the bedroom.



- So, did you find the letter? - He asked. I may be a good actress, but B was a great detective.

 - What letter? - I tried to hide it.

- Don't try to deceive me B. How long have you known that L is alive?

- Is L alive? - I was applying denial, the technique we learned.

- You always knew, didn't you? Don't try to deceive me. No longer. If you don't tell me the truth, I will reveal everything to the children. All about VFD.

- You would not do that! - I said alarmed. - Do you want them to live like us? After everything we've done to protect them from this burning world!

- If L comes here, there will be no way to protect them anyway ... I need to know the truth. How long have you known he's alive?

- I found out when I found the letter.

- Liar! L wrote "Mr. and Mrs. Baudelaire. Unfortunately, I will need to visit you in person for urgent business. I will be disguised as a taxi driver. I added a cigarette to the disguise in order to avoid arousing suspicion. Please burn this letter. Sometimes fire is necessary so that the world can be quiet again. " He believed that I also knew he was alive. That's because he must have written it for both of us before, but you destroyed the letter before I read it.

- This is not true! - I said looking up.

- You're a great actress B. You pretend to lie when you're telling the truth, and pretend to tell the truth when you're lying. So what I said is really wrong. You did not destroy the letter. You should never have destroyed any of his leterrs. You must have hidden it somewhere.



This time he had caught me. I was wordless. I went to the wardrobe and got a blanket. I went to the bed and grabbed a pillow.



- I don't think I can continue in a relationship where my husband doesn't trust me.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to sleep somewhere else.



I closed the door slowly while looking at him. He was analyzing me, trying to find out if my threat was real or not. He was wondering how much I loved him or not. Or how much I still loved L. I knew this day would come ... The day when the curtain would fall, and the biggest role play of my life would come to an end. I knew that one day I would finally be able to untie My Silence Knot.

I don't know if he came looking for me at the mansion that night. If he came, he realized that he does not go out through the main doors of the house. He must have realized that all the doors were still locked, and that all the keys were still inside the house. He may have deduced that I had a secret copy made just for me. If he thought so, he wasn't wrong. I had actually made a secret key just for myself, which I would use the next night. But that night, I didn't sleep. I decided to walk through a dark underground tunnel.

[tk]

Ooh, interesting start!

Poor K, though. I hope he never finds out that he'd played a role (although a small one!) in what appears the be the start of the end of his parents' marriage. It's never fun for the children to be stuck in between their parents' arguments.

Hoping to read more!

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Thanks for the good review ... I will strive to continue.

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Chapter 2 - L, you are so absent!

The problem with being in a secret organization is that your life revolves around it. I never wanted that for my children. They would be sucked in by VFD, until they used their full potential for the good of the organization. I stopped believing that our organization would really be able to change the world a long time ago. At the beginning we were all convinced idealists. I remember when L called me to talk for the first time ... Before I was taken by my ankles, I already took theater, poetry and whistle lessons. My teacher was the one who presented me with a list of books that I had never heard of. I soon ran to the school library and delighted in each of the discoveries I made. I felt that my gifts could be useful for the world to be quiet. Two weeks passed while I filled my commonplace book with all the codes I had deduced. And when I got home I waited anxiously for the noise outside. They were the keys of a typewriter, which I heard clearly. And as soon as I heard it, I asked my parents, "what was that noise"? My parents looked at me with a mixture of pride and sadness. They knew would be long until they see me again. But, with a smile between teary eyed, they replied "nothing".

- If there's nothing out there, what was that noise? - Those words changed my life.

Now I understand that I was too young to make a decision like that. They took me the next morning. I never understood why they had to tighten my ankles so much while taking me. That hurt. But that was only the first injury that VFD caused me. An injury to the ankle heals over time ... But an injury to the heart is more difficult. We think that just letting time pass, but it doesn't work like that for everyone. VFD made me meet L in secret classes ... I fell in love with him, but VFD wouldn't let me stay with him. VFD made me use my whistling skills to train dangerous animals like lions and eagles ... I got attached to these animals, only to then see them disbanding into the hands of villains. I had a pet lion that had my name, that I trained with such care, and O had the pleasure of killing him. I finally got tired of having my life being controlled by VFD. I decided to take the reins of my life by force. But I didn't want to become a villain in the process. So every step of mine needed care and attention. And I had little time to get everything.

After the day B and I argued over L's letter, B found me in the kitchen. I was already preparing breakfast when he said to me:

- I wish I avoided yesterday's speech as much as possible.

- I don't understand: why didn't you confront me about it as soon as the letter arrived? What was your plan?

- I didn't make a plan ... I was just trying to get used to the idea that L was alive. And that you knew. And that you didn't tell me. And that you didn't tell me because you still like him.

- Don't you take into account the possibility that I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to lose your confidence as my husband? - I asked him.

- That was a possibility, yes. But if it were, you would have told me that yesterday B. You spent the night trying to find an excuse, and thought about it at some point. If you had thought about it all these years, you would already have a ready answer, and you wouldn't have to lie yesterday. Because of that excuse, you decided today to stop lying.

V and K entered the kitchen. V carried S, who looked very hungry. Or maybe she was just hungry for answers. S said:

- Thalia?

I was ashamed of that. And then I put a smile on my face and looked at my children.

- Good morning children! Breakfast is ready! V, did you manage to finish the helicopter project yesterday?

- It wasn't a helicopter, mom ... It was a rock picker ... The helicopter I completed last week.

The children went to the table and soon B joined them for breakfast. He was serious and thoughtful. But still, he talked to the children with all the affection he had left. I don't know if the kids noticed the tense atmosphere between us ... Maybe just S. She crawled away from the table and called me. I went to her. She asked to speak in my ears and said quietly again

- Thalia?

I grabbed her in my arms and hugged her tight. I couldn't lie to S. I gave her a kiss and returned it to V, without answering her.

- I need to go to the financial district today. I will leave early. I want to walk instead of using the trolley.

- Aren't you going to have some coffee, mom? You love coffee.

- Yes ... I love coffee since I was a teenager. But I'm more in the mood for Root beer float ...

Then, without another word, I left the house. This was going to be a very busy day.

[Dante]

I'm enjoying the psychological aspects of your writing style, Jean Lucio; the way the Baudelaire parents are trying to read and outmanoeuvre one another.

[tk]

i'm sorry but B is just being horrible towards B -- so what if L is still alive and B didn't tell you about it earlier?? you've had 3 kids with her, isn't that enough to prove that she loves you still? ugh.

i'm sorry, just my thoughts, do carry on. can't wait for the next installment.

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Thank you TK! That was exactly the feeling I wanted to provoke in the reader.

[Hermes]

This is fascinating, JL. I love the little references, like Beatrice the lion. And the starting point is the story of the books that were kept out of reach, right? But I don't quite get the bit about the secret key - did B. have one, or not? And who is Thalia? (I take it that is meant to be a mystery.)

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Thank you Germs! That was a hole in the script ... The original plan was for Beatrice to sneak out, but then I changed my mind and ended up forgetting. I'll fix that part. just a moment... Oh, she'll go out at night with the secret key. No, that is still right. She has a key, but will use it at night.

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Chapter 3 - L, you are so inconvenient!

My first mission was to leave a letter at a certain establishment. That place was very special for me and L during our training. The training at the VFD school, which was so close, was the best phase of my life. There I met B and R and we became friends because we shared the same ward when we arrived. R had been taken a year earlier, but she was in the infirmary as a kind of hostess. Then I met K, J and L, the Snickets. We formed a group of friends ... The following year we met J, W and H. My second cousins ​​I and G had been at this school for a year when I arrived. I think we were more of a gang than a group.

It was L who started to like me first ... He tried to talk to me right on my first day that we shared a class together. It was a very bad first impression. I had given good answers during the class. In the break from one class to the next I was talking to R and B. I was trying to look smart to them and I was explaining to them how important Pier della Vigna was to make the sonnet shape known. That was when L came up from somewhere and said that the most correct way to pronounce was Petrus de Vineas since his great-grandmother preferred this pronunciation in Latin over the pronunciation in Italian and it was the great-grandmother who baptized him. Then he said something about me arriving early for class and being noble. I looked at him angrily and didn't say a word to him. Then he sent me a message on a card apologizing. He asked to meet me at the Cafe near the school. Just the same Cafe I was going to that morning after that troublesome breakfast. Me and L fell in love at that Cafe. That was our secret place, and I'm sure that whenever L comes to City, he passes by that place. He must hope to find me here, perhaps during an opera break. It was like that last time. La Fuerza del Destino was the most unforgettable opera I have ever seen. It was an amazing day, when everything went wrong, and when I did everything wrong. And what happened that night, after I found L, was also wrong. But it was still unforgettable. I got to the Cafe and talked to the barista.

- Please deliver this letter to the right person.
- How do I know who is the right person?
- The person will ask for a root beer float. You should ask exactly the following: "Well, young lady, have you been good to your mother?" If the person answers "You are not a librarian, then why are you asking me that?", Then you can deliver the message to this person.
- Understand.

Before leaving, I sat down and had a root beer float. And I thought about the message that I had written. It was a simple and direct message. "Please promise that if something happens to me, you will keep an eye on the children for me. You haven't met them, but when you do, you'll be attached to them like no one else. I don't know exactly what B knows. I hate it. I hate that you never answered my questions - you know I need at least 12 of those answers. I need to know if you are who you say you are. I need you to know the children thoroughly, so you can understand something important about them. And something important about us. Promise me that. You owe me. You have an obligation to untie My Silence Knot. "

[Hermes]

Oh gosh. It will be interesting to see where this is going.

I think I know who G and I are (though I think they were much older than B and L and co., or I did think that until ATWQ messed the ages up), but who are H and W? Are they someone obvious who I am blanking out on, or are they a mystery?

An am I right in thinking that tk does not need to worry about K being caught in the midst of his parents' arguments?

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Well, I can't say exactly who is who in this story, because one of the fun parts needs to be the reader trying to identify the initials. But I can say that I believe that ages are not so important in VFD, but when the person was taken.

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Chapter 4 - L, you were such a troubled boy!

Now was the time to go to Pincus Hospital. That hospital was already part of my life ... No wonder it was part of something like that too. S had been born there, and it was there that I consulted my Gynicologist. I had specifically chosen her as a doctor, after a very important discovery made by J. I asked him to investigate this for me, and J, like B, is an excellent detective. My curiosity was piqued when B and I were on the Island. I was pregnant, but at the same time I was trying to find a defensive cure for various types of poison, especially for Medusoid Mycelium. B was with me, and so, in a moment of rest, we started talking about our future baby.



- So, B, what do you want to call the baby? - I asked him.

- B ... I don't know. It's hard to stick with a name when you don't even know the baby's gender.

- We can think of two names.

- It seems like a nice idea.

- If the baby is a boy I choose a name. If it's a girl, you choose a name.

- You already thought of a name, didn't you? Let me guess ...


  And he said the name of L. And he was right, as always. He looked at me with some disappointment.


- B ... L is dead. It is your family's custom to name your children after a dead friend, isn't it?

- So, if the baby is a girl, let's call her Violet.

 

  I never forgot that phrase. I wanted to ask "Who is Violet?", But I didn't have the courage. He had a right to have dead past loves that he never wanted to talk to me about. But I found it strange that I had never even heard of it. I mean, my love relationship with L was not a secret. We almost got married. B knew that. L might not be dead, and I might still like him, but B not even telling me anything about this Violet was so ... I don't even know what it was. I just didn't like it, but I didn't say anything. When we were expelled from the Island, and we arrived in the City, I looked for J. He told me that as soon as he knew, he would give me an answer.

The answer came a few years later. J had to investigate some old reports related to B. Most of them had been destroyed and mixed with some old reports by L. A specific file, called Suspicious Incidents, contained a brief reference to a girl named Violetta Frogg-Drifter.



- That's a false name, J.

- The surname is false, but the person exists and the name Violetta is true. I checked with Miss S. She worked with B when they were in training at Stain'd-by-the-Sea.

- And what happened to her?

- She didn't die. She became a gynicologist. And it is closer than you think.

- Is she a member of VFD?

- Yes she is. From the Winnipeg Cell. R met her when she moved there after her mother's death. And she was transferred to Pincus Hospital after you arrived from the island.

- "Violetta" is "Violet" in which language?

- Italian and Russian.

- Russian ... like Leo Tolstoy.



 I thanked J. I remembered B's words: "So, if the baby is a girl, let's call her Violet." "What do you mean 'So' ?" I thought. If Violetta wasn't dead, the "So" meant that he wanted to name the baby after an old love, just as I was doing with the name of L. Or perhaps, the name of true love. That seemed so vindictive on his part ...

J gave me an entire file about her. She was incredible, both as a doctor and as a person. When I chose her as a gynecologist, B showed no reaction. And over the years, I have analyzed it personally. She is funny, smart and very dedicated. She never married. And she never said or did anything to incriminate her as a member of a secret organization.



I requested an extra consultation as soon as I arrived at the hospital. I complained of feeling a Vast Female Dermatitis. Soon I was at her doctor's office.



- I didn't realize it was a sad occasion because you were feeling it. - She told me.

- The World is quite here.



Violetta smiled at me.

- I've been consulting you for so long, and we didn't find out that we were from the same secret organization ..."
- Violetta, you know who I am, don't you? You and B have a past together.

- I don't think there's any use in using tricks to try to trick you, after all. But why is this important to you now?

- I want to know if you would take care of him, in case I leave.

- You know that leaving is not an option for you B - She looked very sad as she took off her glasses and looked at me, as if she were taking off a disguise.

- Did you come here because of him?

- You know that we don't choose where we go ...

- Were you happy to be able to come here, so close to him?

- Of course not! Do you think I was happy to see you with him? Or seeing him ignoring me? Or taking a daughter of B out of you?

- But if for some reason I wasn't here anymore, and I wasn't his wife anymore, would you take care of him?

- You cannot divorce B. Not without risking your children.I know everything about you. You inherited your parents' fortune. You had to marry a trusted VFD member, so your marriage to some revolutionary idiot needed to be canceled. Then you had to marry B, who was the most trusted young adult member of VFD. I received a 300-page letter explaining all of this.

- 300?

- You could even get divorced without too many problems, but ended up having children. And that complicated everything.

- I have a plan in which we all win. But B cannot know. He's too reliable and will never agree. But I believe that you and I can work together on this. And when it is over, I will not be divorced, but B will be free to marry whomever he wants. But I will need a doctor who is willing to tell lies. And I think this doctor is you.

[Dante]

Clever use of material from File Under.

[Optimism is my Phil-osophy]

Thank you, Dante. I know that grammatical and translation errors are bothering you, and I'm trying to correct them little by little. So, please tell me where the errors are. I'm taking this story very seriously. I want it to be short and interesting.