Part 6
Becky changed from her dress and got into bed with her tattered petticoat...she didn't have any night-clothes. She blew the lamp out and pulled the blankets over her. She hadn't been this warm for years. She closed her eyes and she was soon fast asleep...
The
next morning Becky awoke to find Fred sitting at the end of the
bed.
"Morning sweetheart," He said smiling. "Sleep
well?"
"I did thanks," Becky beamed. "I was
very warm," She pulled the blankets off her to reveal her
petticoat.
Fred seemed taken aback by the tattered thing. "You
can't wear that in bed...i'll find you something else to wear
tonight," He stood up and drew back the curtains.
"I've
got to go to a funeral today for one of the ripper's victims...do you
want to come or do you want to stay here?"
Becky sat up.
"I'll come...i think your job is very interesting,"
Fred
turned around. "Ok...but I've got to ask the friends of the
victims questions afterwards...you could wait in the Victoria Albert
museum for me...,"
"I'll never be allowed in
there...look at me," Becky poked her raggedy petticoat.
"Just
tell those posh bastards that you've got permission from Inspector
Frederick Abberline ok," Fred said. "I'm leaving in about
an hour, so it would be a good idea if you got dressed...need any
help?"
Becky smiled. "I need lots of help,"...