Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 30 )
I arrived home from the Infirmary, Mary met me in the hallway, ‘Dinner isn’t quite ready, but if you would like to sit and read the newspaper it won’t be long.’ she said. I happily sat at the table, catching up on the news, what little there was. The big news seemed to be the launch of the automobile, a petrol driven vehicle that would make redundant the horse and carriage, but not for a good many years I’d wager.
It wasn’t long before Mary appeared carrying a tray with our meals upon it, She served the meal, the returned the tray to the kitchen, then returned once more and sat opposite me. The meal looked appetising, I had good company, all was well with the world.
We dined in silence for a short time, then we both stared chattering at the same time. I stopped and apologised. Mary smiled and said she was at fault also. It’s a trifle bizarre, we sit and chat amicably like any married couple, then Mary goes to the privacy of her room and I retreat to the cellar and my experiments.
I wonder if Mary shares the same thoughts that I do, when we are apart, all I yearn for is for us to be together again. Is this love or just infatuation, I have no idea, but it hurts me when we are apart.
A little later, I had returned to my room, I was just about to get undressed when there was a tap on my door, I opened it, and there stood a somewhat distraught Mary, ‘Whatever is the matter, my dear?’ I said as I tried to comfort her. ‘I’m so sorry if I have disturbed you, but I had a bad dream and there is no one else to turn too,’ ‘That’s fine, its not a problem, I’m pleased that you came to me!’
‘Oh! Jack, you are so good to me, please may I stay with you tonight, no one will know but the two of us, I feel so frightened,’ replied Mary on the verge of tears. ‘Of course you may, its the very least I can do,’ She came towards me and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me on the lips, but I returned her kisses I had longed for this moment for so long, and now it seems my patience is to be rewarded.
(c) Damian Grange 2018