Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 156 )
‘Would it be presuming too much if I called you by your Christian name, if we are to be colleagues it would be nice to be a little more informal’ I said. ‘ I have no objections to that at all, you may call me Jenny,’ she replied.
‘Then Jenny it is, unless in front of patients, in which case it is Miss Johnson. You may call me Jack, Doctor or Doctor Jack, depending on the circumstances.’ ‘I’ve no problem with that at all, I realise we must exercise decorum in front of the patients.’
‘Will you be free to commence your duties on Monday morning at 9a.m.’ I enquired. ‘I have no problems with that, I look forwards too it.’ was her immediate reply. ‘I doubt that I will have any patients for you, but we can I am sure spend some time together sorting out a system of patients appointments and records that is agreeable to both of us.’
‘I have already placed an advert in the Medical Press, stating that I have just returned from the War in Africa and I am opening a new Medical Practice in Whitechapel. Prior to my Military service I was Resident Doctor at the Whitechapel Infirmary.’
‘By that, I take it that you are relatively well- known in the area, a reason that patients may come to you?’ queried Jenny. ‘Yes, I have a certain reputation as a healer in this area, particularly among the poor and needy.’ I replied.
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