The Great Gatsby, My Cousin

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Tom Buchanan had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a strong man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and an arrogant manner … Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward.

We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end … The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were… They were both in white… I must have stood for a few moments ... Then there was a boom as Tom shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room.

The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless and with her chin raised a little...

The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise--she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression--then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room.

"I'm p-paralyzed with happiness."

She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had. She murmured that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker… she nodded at me almost imperceptibly and then quickly tipped her head back again…

I looked back at my cousin who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth…

I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way east and how a dozen people had sent their love through me.

"Do they miss me?" she cried ecstatically.

"The whole town is desolate… "

"How gorgeous! Let's go back, Tom. Tomorrow!" Then she added irrelevantly, "You ought to see the baby."

"I'd like to."

"She's asleep. She's two years old. Haven't you ever seen her?"


Tom Buchanan who had been waiting restlessly stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"What you doing, Nick?"

"I'm a bond man."

"Who with?"

I told him.

"Never heard of them," he remarked decisively.


Tom era arrogante. Entramos en la casa. Pude ver un gran sillón. Sentadas en él dos mujeres de blanco. La mayor me sonrió, era mi prima Daisy. Me dijo que estaba feliz de verme. La otra chica era de apellido Baker. No la conocía. Le conté a mi prima que todos la extrañaban. Me dijo que tenía que conocer a su hija, de dos años. Tom, que había estado dando vueltas en la habitación, se acercó preguntándome a qué me dedicaba. Le expliqué que estaba en finanzas.

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