The Great Gatsby Myrtle Monologue

“Nick-” she reluctantly drew words. “-Did I ever tell you of the letter Myrtle sent Tom, back in Christmas, about three years ago?” I already knew I didn’t want to have this conversation. I wanted to sit and hold my breath like a toddler until I got my way and she withheld this talk with me.
“No,” I answered hollowly. “I can’t say you did.” Her eyes looked down to the floor until she built enough courage to continue her story that I knew I couldn’t avoid.
“Well-Well, it was the holidays, which I mentioned.” She gulped a shallow breath and her eyes met the floor again. “I was home alone-Well, Jordan was here, but she hadn’t paid a glance of attention to me. She was in a rush to find her clubs, cigarettes, and some trousers for when her tournament would begin. And, I suppose all the servants were here as well, they play a bit of a key to the story…” Her breath turned shallow again when she finally looked me in the eyes. “I saw a… darker servant walk by, and he held a note in his hand. He rushed by me like he was running from a bee, and I stopped him. I asked ‘what is

that you’ve got there?’, and-” She inhaled again. “-He said it is for Mr. Buchanan, ma’am, in that dark tone of his. I asked him ‘well, who is it from?’, and he hesitated. He finally told me, ‘a-an industrial woman, M. Wilson.’, can you believe the fool? Well, of course I demanded ‘give me that note at once! I have all right to see it!’ He couldn’t stare at me, he just profoundly repeated, ‘it is for Mr. Buchanan ma’am.’ Oh, what a fool he was… I got upset, and I’m-I’m not exactly proud of that. I had to say to him ‘I am a millionaire and you are my property. Also, your skin is ten times darker than the bay on the shortest day of the year. You best hand me that note and give me what I want, I could get rid of you with a snap of my fingers.’”
Her admission speech was one of the most intense things I’ve heard Daisy speak of.

She ignored all the deep breaths she was neglecting herself of and continued the story, which I thought would never end. “Of course the poor man handed the letter to me faster than a bullet. The envelope was spruced up with blue ink specked with ‘I’s’ dotted with hearts. And on the corner was a tiny lipstick stain that she kissed with the small lips of her. The servant hid it with his thumb, it made me furious. I practically ripped the envelope in half for what I can remember. My anger and pettiness got the hold of me- I read the first line- ‘Dear Tom, you ought to come visit me soon, I’ve been rather lonely in the last few weeks.’- I was absolutely furious. I threw the letter through the window, and off the balcony. I hoped it had floated on the bay and sunk deep down and dissolved like it was written on toilet

paper.