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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 2, Página 9
We
went
on,
driving
back
over
the
Park
toward
the
West
Hundreds.
At
158th
Street,
the
cab
stopped
at
a
white
apartment
building.
Mrs.
Wilson
picked
up
her
dog
and
her
other
things
and
went
inside
proudly.
"I'm
going
to
have
the
McKees
come
up,"
she
said
as
we
went
up
in
the
elevator.
"And
I
need
to
call
my
sister,
too."
The
apartment
was
on
the
top
floor.
It
had
a
small
living-room,
dining-room,
bedroom,
and
a
bath.
The
living-room
was
full
of
big
furniture,
so
it
was
hard
to
move
without
bumping
into
something.
There
was
one
big
picture
on
the
wall.
It
looked
like
a
hen
on
a
rock,
but
from
far
away,
it
looked
like
a
lady's
face.
There
were
some
old
magazines
on
the
table.
Mrs.
Wilson
first
took
care
of
the
dog.
The
elevator
boy
brought
a
box
with
straw,
milk,
and
some
dog
biscuits.
One
biscuit
sat
in
the
milk
all
afternoon.
Meanwhile,
Tom
took
out
a
bottle
of
whisky.
I
have
been
drunk
only
twice
in
my
life.
The
second
time
was
that
afternoon.
Everything
seemed
unclear,
although
the
sun
was
bright
until
after
eight
o'clock.
Mrs.
Wilson
sat
on
Tom's
lap
and
called
people
on
the
phone.
Then
there
were
no
cigarettes,
so
I
went
to
buy
some
at
the
drugstore.
When
I
came
back,
they
were
gone.
I
sat
in
the
living-room
and
read
a
chapter
of
Simon
Called
Peter.
It
didn't
make
sense
to
me.
Just
as
Tom
and
Myrtle
came
back,
people
started
arriving
at
the
apartment.
The
sister,
Catherine,
was
a
slim,
stylish
girl
about
thirty.
She
had
red
hair
and
a
white
powdered
face.
Her
eyebrows
were
drawn
on,
but
they
looked
uneven.
She
wore
many
noisy
bracelets.
She
looked
around
the
apartment
like
she
owned
it.
I
asked
if
she
lived
there,
and
she
laughed
and
said
she
lived
in
a
hotel
with
a
friend.
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