Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 165 )
I awoke on Monday with a premonition of disaster. I had slept fitfully which did not help my feelings. Would my surgery be a success or an abject failure like my last attempt.
I performed my ablutions with no enthusiasm, I cut myself shaving which didn’t help to improve my mood. I usually eat a hearty breakfast but today I just picked at it. I had no appetite for food. too many negative thoughts were flitting through my mind.
Then Jenny arrived, a little early, she looked flushed and was having difficulty catching her breath, ‘Whatever is the matter, What’s wrong?’ I demanded to know. ‘ It’s unbelievable there are already lots of people forming a queue outside, people from all walks of life and more are on the way, I ran here to warn you, it’s almost as if all of Whitechapel is heading in this direction,’ she informed me, still gasping for breath.
‘Sit down for a moment and catch your breath, it looks like we might be in for a busy day.’ So, Fred Abberline was right, but then he has his sources all over Whitechapel, he has his fingers on its pulse so to speak, he has to, to be a successful Policeman.
I ran upstairs and chanced a peek out of my bedroom window, it was just as Jenny had described. People were thronging outside my door. The great and the good, the poor and the needy and all here to become my patients. Surely this would start me on the road to redemption.
(C) Damian Grange 2019