Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 164 )
Saturday came and went in a flash, the party was a resounding success due in part to the wonderful meal that we, myself and my guests were presented with. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Mrs McGinty had once again exceeded all our expectations.
Jenny got on fine with everyone, once she had gotten used to Lizzie Abberline’s occasionally outspoken comments. Once she had relaxed, Lizzie quite took to her, saying ‘How lucky I was to have secured the services of someone as dedicated as I, myself.’
As I stated, it was all over so quickly. I spent Sunday Morning discussing my ideas with my Brother, Giles, and getting his approval or disapproval for my many ideas. He left in the Afternoon to catch the train back to his parish. It had been a short but happy visit.
Monday was going to be the real test, would any patients appear to enrol in my practice. Or would Jenny and I sit staring at four walls longing for something to happen. This was the part I dreaded, it was like waiting for the results of a crucial examination. I lay in bed trying not to think about it, but sleep eluded me.
(C) Damian Grange 2019