Daisy was the
debutante of our small town, Louisville, Kentucky. Always the socialite she had the heart of so
many men. But I never met any of them
until Gatsby, and it was totally by chance that I did. Daisy is two years older than me and I rarely
saw her unless my golf circle ran into her debutante circle. Gatsby was only in Kentucky as a military man;
their relationship came to an end when Gatsby was deployed. I never understood how this girl could
survive without a man she was completely inseparable from just days before but
before the summer was over she had been engaged to the rich Tom Buchanan.
There was one note that Gatsby sent
her, and by chance she received this letter on the morning over her wedding. Breaking the pearls that Tom gave her, she
would not let go of that note. But she
would never tell me what that letter said.
I have always regretted not prying
into her life. I could’ve helped her to
find Gatsby, Lord knows I travel enough, but she was always so full of herself
and I could never bring myself to ask if she needed my help.
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