Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 4 )
I had it instilled in me, my Fathers sermon on thought, word, and deed, and obeyed it to the letter as did my sibling. I was far from perfect, but I worked hard and in time became a reasonable scholar. This was due in no small measure to the patience and quality of my tutors and I thank them for their help and assistance in my formative years. They who I considered I owed everything, until my world was turned upside down.
I was at home for Half term and just about to celebrate my Fourteenth birthday, when I was taken ill. My Mother immediately put me to bed and sent my brother to fetch the local Doctor.
The Doctor, when he came, was a stranger to me, unbeknown to me our elderly Doctor had retired from practice and this young man had replaced him. He was, as I later discovered the nephew of our previous Doctor, and he had taken over the practice.
He examined me extremely thoroughly, then announced to my Mother that I had a bad attack of Glandular Fever and that I was to remain in bed and kept isolated for the time being, because of the risk of contagion.
The Doctor, who introduced himself as James, visited me regularly every morning and took great care to see to my health and well-being. When he could spare the time, he kept me company, which I really appreciated. I looked forward to the moments that we spent together.
At the age I was, I suppose I was quite Impressionable, as my health improved I began to see my new friend James as something of an heroic figure. Please bear in mind that a part of the time I was slightly delirious, and he was always there when I needed a friend.
(c) Damian Grange 2017