F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby

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Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift at the sill. Tom and Daisy were sitting across one another at the kitchen table. They were engaged in a conversation. Tom was talking intently across the table to Daisy with his hand covering her own, as she stared at the cold chicken that lay on the table. “Daisy, are you okay?” Tom asked her in a gentle tone. “Yes, I’m fine Tom. Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied after a moment. “Daisy, I saw some trouble on the road. George Wilson’s wife was killed. You know the fella that owns that garage? A car killed her. They described it as a new big yellow car. It was Gatsby’s car.” Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice. After a moment, Daisy went to sit back in her chair and stared at the cold chicken that lay on the table again. She then faced Tom with a struggle to keep a convincing face. “Tom, it was an accident,” she finally said. “Now listen Daisy, I don’t want you seeing this Gatsby fella anymore. The coward didn’t even stop his car.” There was a sense of sadness in Tom’s eyes as he had said those words. Although Myrtle was killed, Tom was still very concerned about Daisy and Gatsby’s affair. “Daisy do you want to tell me what has been going on with you and Gatsby all this time?” Tom asked her. Daisy suddenly turned sharply at Tom, “speak for yourself Tom. What about your little affairs? How many times have you gone on one of your sprees?” I saw Tom as a hypocrite. Even though he was off having a shameless affair with Myrtle, he still condemns Daisy for having an affair with Gatsby. Daisy turned from Tom and began to sob, “did it ever come to your mind Tom that I need a little some love too?” Tom’s enormous masculine body rose and moved closer towards her. His powerful arms touched her affectionately and he said, “Daisy, you know that I love you. You’re worth a three hundred thousand dollar pearl necklace to me.” I could see that Tom and Daisy weren’t happy, but yet they weren’t unhappy either, and maybe they really did love each other.

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