Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 22 )
Mary Jane Kelly’s Diary – April 10th 1886
I am to return to the Infirmary to see Doctor Jack tomorrow, the ointment that he gave me has cured the rash. But I don’t want it to end there, I know that it’s wrong but I am beginning to develop feelings for him. The girls all tell me to use him, get what you can out of him, but I could not treat him so. Jack is so kind and gentle, even to the worst of us. He does not know what I am, a whore! just like my sisters in trade. Would he still want me if he knew? Why is my life so complicated! My mind is made up, I’ll go alone tomorrow and see what transpires. At the worse, nothing, at best he might make me an offer, one I might find very hard to refuse, my circumstances as they are.
Doctor Jack’s Journal – April 10th 1886
I am to see Miss Kelly tomorrow, I am at a loss as to know what to do. I would offer her a room, but will she misunderstand and take it as an insult. I know so very little of women and their ways, I am certain it will be my downfall. All I want is to help her? But will she see it that way or will she consider that I am trying to take advantage of her in some way. After all, she is young and pretty, I am sure that there are many men who would take advantage of her present situation, but alas, I am not one of them. All I wish is to help her and stop her downward spiral or she may end up dead in a Whitechapel gutter, The proscribed fate of her erstwhile friends.
After a hearty breakfast, I took a steady walk to the Infirmary. I had no doubt in my mind that I had found a real treasure in Mrs McGinty. The house was spotless and the meals that she provided completely killed my taste for gin. I found myself whistling as I walked, something I had not done for years. Somehow I found it strangely uplifting.
It was today that I was once again to see Mary Jane Kelly. I was at a loss as how to handle her situation, I will just have to do my very best to be tactful. Lord! I just wished that for once I could understand the way a woman’s mind worked. In truth, I find them the most perplexing of creatures.
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