Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 23 )
The morning passed painfully slowly, I think I was all keyed up in anticipation of her arrival. When she did finally arrive, my prayers were answered, she was alone.
I examined her arm and it was fine, no trace of the rash remained. She thanked me and was just about to leave, when I finally plucked up the courage to say, ‘Please spare me a few moments of your time, I have a proposition to make to you!’
‘Mmm…that sounds interesting, I hope you aren’t trying to lead a poor girl astray?’ she said coquettishly. I blushed crimson, totally embarrassed, this was the one thing I had hoped to avoid, I was speechless.
Mary burst in to a fit of the giggles, ‘I’m only fooling with you, Doctor, of course I’m interested in anything you have to say.’
‘Don’t take this personal!’ I said, ‘But do you have a room, or are you having to make do, I know times are hard, and making do is nothing to be ashamed of, after all that’s what most of the populace of Whitechapel do?’ i was interested to hear her reply.
I do admit, that at the moment, it’s a case of making do, leastways till something better comes along, It’s far from ideal but what else can I do, I’ve very little money?’ she replied.
I have an offer to make to you, there are no catch’s or clauses involved, call it an act of Christian charity if you like, I’ll eventually get to the point!’ but still I hesitated.
‘Why don’t you just spit it out, instead of goin’ round the houses. You are like a dog with a bone, what is it you really want from me?’ she asked and had every right to know.
(C) Damian Grange 2018