Chapter Ten – The Road to the Front Line
“We can’t get a divorce,” said Albert.
“Why not?”
“Well, we can’t afford it.”
“It’s always the same with you, isn’t it, Albert? We will never have enough money to do anything as long as you are hewing down that pit.”
“Ah, so that’s it, you want me to risk my life in France for seventeen shillings?”
“You can do what you want, Albert. I’ve already spoken to my mum about moving back in.”
“You’ve already spoken to your family?”
“I don’t care if you won’t divorce me, but I won’t live with you anymore.”
“What about the flat? What about Tilly?”
“Tilly will come with me, obviously. I don’t care what you do with the flat, but I expect you to keep on contributing to Tilly’s upbringing.”
“What if I sign up tomorrow? Will that make you happy?”
“It’s
