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So lonely
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Before college closed for summer, Sophie and I returned to England to
receive our diplomas. Me for advanced upholstery and she for her
diploma in advanced jewellery design from a top jewellery school. Sophie completed a special course in silver smithing and like me,
had made friends during her training. Our friends were lovely people who enjoyed hanging out with us and their parents were very nice, too. Since last year throughout
the seasons we'd swapped emails with our friends and kept in touch in
phoning. All seemed rosy, and we never argued or had differencies of opinion. There again, none of our friends ever came to see us.
To mark the end of college and our courses, our aunts put on a big party
with a marquee, a nice band of guitars, bass and soft percussion. Our aunts got caterers in to make super
lovely food for the occasion. Fabulous!
They collected our friends from
their homes and drove them straight to the party where our families from France and Spain gathered. I travelled with one of my
aunts. She had a Rolls Royce Mulsanne. When we met my friends, they went
unusually quiet. All through the drive home, they stayed quiet despite
my trying to make conversation. I texted Soph who was with our other
aunt, and she said the same. Oh dear, was it our aunts' posh cars? I
wouldn't have thought so, but one could hardly have hired a small coach
and collected them, but nevermind, our friends will be sure to have a
good time once they arrive.
As my aunt tried to make conversation, my friends seemed struck dumb
apart from cooing at the sight of the house as we entered the drive, but
they definitely went silent at the arrray of high end cars parked on
the forecourt. Maybachs, a Bentley Continental, a pair of Porsches,
Ferraris and other luxury cars, all belonging to family.
After the party our guests were driven home. They were polite and good
company and thanked my aunts, but the following week one sent me a
letter. It was more than a thank-you letter. In it was written an
apology. The writer said she and her friends realised that they were way
out of my league and that of my family's, and from that day Soph and I
never saw them again.
We moved to Mallorca where our family have full residential rights. Even after Brexit we will remain. But the same situation happened. We meet people and befriend them. They come to see us and admire my paintings and Soph, her fine jewellery that she sells if anyone wants. But they never remain friends. Those who do, however, belong to the yachting set. They acquaint themselves to our aunts all right, but I suspect they are only 'fair weather friends' which makes me hide any wine under my bed. My guess is the day your luck runs out, they'll piss off.
And this is why I cherish making online friends. Though I may never meet them, at least I have their friendship. But I guess the price of belonging to a wealthy family has an ultimate price. It's called loneliness. But at least Soph and I have each other.
We moved to Mallorca where our family have full residential rights. Even after Brexit we will remain. But the same situation happened. We meet people and befriend them. They come to see us and admire my paintings and Soph, her fine jewellery that she sells if anyone wants. But they never remain friends. Those who do, however, belong to the yachting set. They acquaint themselves to our aunts all right, but I suspect they are only 'fair weather friends' which makes me hide any wine under my bed. My guess is the day your luck runs out, they'll piss off.
And this is why I cherish making online friends. Though I may never meet them, at least I have their friendship. But I guess the price of belonging to a wealthy family has an ultimate price. It's called loneliness. But at least Soph and I have each other.
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