Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 8 )
‘I hope that I see you again, I am just about to move in,’ I managed to stammer, then my Father and I left, to find my dormitory and get me settled in. So that my Father could return that day. He had other pressing matters to attend too.
I was under the impression that I would be in a dormitory with several other boys, as it turned out I was in a room, with two beds, so it appeared I would have to share. I just prayed that I would hit it off with my roommate to be. There was a knock on the door, I opened it and a young man of around my own age stood on the threshold.
‘Hello!, said the young man, ‘I’m Roland Sinclair, but please call me Roly, I Believe we are to be roommates. My baggage is downstairs, do you mind awfully, in giving me a hand ?’ ‘Certainly!’ I replied with no hesitation, following him out of the door and down the stairs. Between us we managed to carry his trunk up the stairs and park it in a corner of our shared space.
This was my first meeting with Roly, who, for the next five years and beyond would become my best friend, until a woman betrayed me, causing our friendship to end. Something I could never forgive her for, that betrayal.
To my delight, I found that my new- found friend and I, were on the same course, So we would be taking classes together. Which also meant that we could compare notes and study together, Everything was working out nicely.
Roly and I got on wonderfully, the first two years literally flew by. We were both exceeding ourselves where our studies were concerned, so much so, that much to our surprise Dean Stukely invited us both to tea, in his private quarters.
We both took pains to present ourselves smartly turned out, after all, it wasn’t every day you were invited to tea at the Dean’s, It was certainly something of an occasion. We were mixing socially with the man who held the keys to both our futures.
(c) Damian Grange 2017