Never would
I have thought that I’d fancy Siobhan
And the
confusion made me wonder what was goin’ on
At first I
thought that it might have been a phase
Emotionally
I was in a daze
For if I’d ever
been approached by one of my own gender
And the
chance of me surrenderin’ would have been greatly slender
But the pull
was so strong that I couldn’t ignore
That’s why I
found myself knockin’ on her door
We had a
relentless desire for intimacy
Every
mornin’ we’d locked the front door at three
And indulge
in our passion fervently
Knowin’ that
somehow we were meant to be
That was
until the rude interruption from Sally McGhee
Who arrived
one mornin’ unexpectedly
Catchin’
Siobhan and me in the act
And havin’
never been one for showin’ tact
Said, “Ooh,
I seem to be interruptin’. Siobhan, I take it that it’s you who’s corruptin’. I’ll
go away, but when you are done, I have somethin’ to relay.”
We found her
in the sittin’ room with gin in hand
“That little
bitch,” she seethed. “She had it all planned.”
“Who?” I
asked. “Has somethin’ happened with you and Hugh?”
“Aye,” she
replied. “Ye could say that Nancy has taken his fancy.”
“I don’t
understand what’s goin’ on,” said Siobhan.
“Oh, I do
and believe you me,” said Sally. “She’s managed successfully to fool us three.
Robert might be a selfish get, and that same reason led to his affair with
Yvette. But thievin’? Maybe that’s what she wanted us believin’.”
“I’m not
comin’ to her defence,” I said. “But what you are sayin’ doesn’t make sense.”
“Robert is
her true affection,” Sally explained. “His relationship with Yvette was the
ultimate rejection.”
“But how do
you know this true?” I asked. “And why would Hugh want her rather than you?”
“Well,
you’ve seen his true colours,” she replied. “The man is incapable of havin’ any
regard for others. Nancy convinced him to throw me out, and referred to Robert
as a thievin’ lout. But she took the money, I have no doubt. It was the look on
her face when I mentioned Robert’s name. I’m tellin’ ye now, she’s to blame.”
“Let’s say
she’s to blame,” I said. “What’s her game?”
“Probably to
get revenge on he who spurns,” Siobhan reacted. “Bitter is the rejected heart
that burns.”
“She’s
already witnessed Hugh’s humiliation of Yvette,” said Sally. “But now that
she’s become Montgomery’s new pet, she’ll want to see it exacerbated. With
Robert helpless and utterly deflated, her hope for his love will be inflated.”
“I think the
three of us and Robert should meet,” I suggested. “At least let him know about
her deceit.”
“After what
they did to me?” Siobhan cried. “They deserve all they get for the duplicity.”
“I’m so
sorry, Siobhan,” I said. “You are right. They are the ones that should be
contrite.”
“I say that
we wait and see what transpires,” Sally said. “It shouldn’t be too long before
Montgomery tires.”
“Well, she
better not show her face at our door,” I said. “I’ll most certainly thump that
thievin’ little whore.”
So, Sally
was back
And the next
day we heard of another Ripper attack
He certainly
was brazen, this man called Jack
Even though
Whitechapel wasn’t near
Once again
we felt the fear
As the
murders were happening in the very same town
I certainly
missed Robert Brown
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