Chapter Seven – The Strike
For weeks, Emily suffered from recurring nightmares where she dreamt she was falling over precipices.
“The baby is dead, I’m glad,” she admitted to Albert. “I didn’t want it, I’m thankful it’s over.”
“Don’t talk like that.” He knew she meant it, and even though he hated her for it, he tried to give her a hug to console her.
“Stay away from me,” she warned. “I know where that leads and you’re not putting any more babies in me.”
Albert left her. As he walked through to the kitchen to leave for work, he could swear he heard Emily humming Don’t Have Any More Missus Moore to herself.
As Albert was leaving work, evidence of the recent snowfalls still covered the verges. Then he noticed there was a large gathering of workers by the colliery gates.
“What’s going o
