Class Divide

It was an odd situation the town was divided by a river. The west side was the posh part. I lived there, that is I worked as a cook at a tourist hotel and had a room in the basement of the hotel. The east, across the river, was where my girlfriend lived, a working class area that only had gritted roads and houses were not painted. The hotel director’s daughter loved me even though, she had gone to a boarding school in Swiss, all I had to do was to take elocution lessons and the world of paved roads and villas would be mine. But my heart was in uproar I loved the girl across the river she spoke my language, salty and direct. So I crossed the Rubicon an August night when the moon was full, but I had dallied too long, she didn’t want a boyfriend who spoke posh.