Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 55 )
A day or so later I was perusing the tabloids over breakfast, when I saw that today the funeral of ‘Polly’ Nichols was taking place. I decided that although she was an occasional patient of mine, it would be unwise for me to appear there. Abberline was no fool, he would no doubt have men there recording the comings and goings in the hope that the Ripper might show himself. In his position I would have done the same.
I wonder if Mary and her dwindling bunch of friends will dare to show their faces. I would imagine that by now they are beginning to be a little concerned about who might be next. But they have no need to be concerned, I will decide in due course.
Mary Jane Kelly’s diary 6th September 1888
Me and the girls went to ‘Polly’s’ funeral this morning, it was awful. We were all looking at each other and wondering who would be next. There were lots of people there, is he among them, our nemisis , deciding who will be his next victim? I don’t want to leave the safety of my room at night, but I have no choice, I need to earn a few pence to live, If you can call this living, waiting for the Ripper to end your life. The worst of it is not one of the girls has a clue to who we are being persecuted by. What have we done other than try to earn a meagre living on the streets. Is it some religious nutter or are the pimps trying to teach us some kind of lesson. Oh! Jack, if i ever needed you, I need you now, what a damned fool I have been!
(C) Damian Grange 2018