I have not known Tom for very long, truthfully really I
don't even know Daisy. Daisy being my own cousin, you would think I would know
her and her husband a little better. So when I was asked to go into town with
Tom I wasn't really sure what I was getting myself in to. As we were about to
cross the railroad tracks Tom made an irrational decision to go into an auto
body shop. I has heard that Tom had a secret lover, but I didn't know if she
was real or not. Last thing I knew I was in an apartment with Myrtle, Tom's
lover, Myrtle's sister, Tom, and another couple. I felt uncomfortable, how
could I, Nick Carraway the cousin of Daisy Buchanan, be able to sit here and
let Tom mess around with some other girl. I didn't know how to feel or how I
should act. But I did know that I wanted to leave. I felt as if I was betraying
Daisy, even Gatsby. Daisy deserved someone better than this, and Gatsby would
not have let Daisy of been treated that way. As the day went on the liquor
continued to go down my throat. This was the second time I have been drunk. I
didn't know how to tell Tom what he was doing with Myrtle was wrong, so I
decided to blame it on the liquor. Maybe this is just how these types of people
lived, I could not figure out the rich. Myrtle seem like a very nice girl,
don't get me wrong, but this was wrong, what about her husband, who seemed very
nice, I wonder if he knew anything about this. What I did was wrong too, for my
feelings did not turn into words and put a stop to the situation. I did not
know how these people could live like this all the time, lying and cheating on
each other.
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