Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 27 )
The next morning, I woke up feeling joyful, I felt that all in all my life had taken a turn for the better. I felt very positive about my position here at Whitechapel, Mary being in my life and all that might mean.
My greatest wish is that our friendship may grow in to something a little more tangible, I won’t use the word love, it is a word I neither like nor trust, I’m sure you know my reasons.
I performed my ablutions, then tapped on Mary’s door, To see if she was ready for breakfast, she said, ‘Come in, I’m decent!’ so I entered, she came to me hugged me and said, ‘Thank you so much, i have had the most wonderful nights sleep, best I’ve had in ages, I feel wonderful.’
‘You look wonderful! ‘I ventured, then thought had I been to forward, But Mary took it as the compliment, it was meant to be, ‘May I escort you down to breakfast?’ I asked. ‘You most certainly can, I feel like I could eat a small horse or ‘praps a pony.’
‘Well I don’t think that’s on the menu, but I’m sure it will be something substantial ‘ I assured her, I don’t know why, she had already sampled Mrs Mc Ginty’s fare.
We sat and breakfasted together, and I was entranced, both by Mary’s presence and her conversation, she was a little more subdued this morning, and I must admit, she played the lady of the house rather well, too well in fact, it was giving me ideas.
(C) Damian Grange 2018