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El Gran Gatsby
Capítulo 4, Página 23
When
I
passed
her
house
that
morning,
her
white
car
was
by
the
curb,
and
she
sat
in
it
with
a
lieutenant
I
didn’t
know.
They
were
so
focused
on
each
other
that
she
didn’t
see
me
until
I
was
very
close.
"Hello,
Jordan,"
she
called
suddenly.
"Please
come
here."
I
felt
proud
she
wanted
to
talk
to
me
because
I
admired
her
most
of
all
the
older
girls.
She
asked
if
I
was
going
to
the
Red
Cross
to
make
bandages.
I
was.
She
asked
me
to
tell
them
she
couldn’t
come
that
day.
The
officer
looked
at
Daisy
as
she
spoke,
in
a
way
every
young
girl
wants
to
be
looked
at,
and
because
it
seemed
romantic
to
me,
I
remembered
it.
His
name
was
Jay
Gatsby,
and
I
didn’t
see
him
again
for
over
four
years—even
after
meeting
him
on
Long
Island,
I
didn’t
realize
it
was
the
same
man.
That
was
1917.
By
the
next
year,
I
had
some
admirers
myself
and
played
in
tournaments,
so
I
didn’t
see
Daisy
much.
She
went
with
an
older
group—when
she
went
out
at
all.
There
were
wild
stories
about
her—how
her
mother
found
her
packing
to
go
to
New
York
to
say
goodbye
to
a
soldier.
She
was
stopped,
but
she
didn’t
speak
to
her
family
for
weeks.
After
that,
she
only
spent
time
with
a
few
young
men
in
town
who
couldn’t
join
the
army.
By
the
next
autumn,
she
was
happy
again.
She
had
a
debut
after
the
armistice,
and
in
February,
she
was
engaged
to
a
man
from
New
Orleans.
In
June,
she
married
Tom
Buchanan
from
Chicago,
with
more
celebration
than
Louisville
had
ever
seen.
He
came
with
a
hundred
people
in
four
private
cars
and
rented
a
whole
floor
of
the
Muhlbach
Hotel.
The
day
before
the
wedding,
he
gave
her
a
pearl
necklace
worth
three
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars.
I
was
a
bridesmaid.
I
went
into
her
room
thirty
minutes
before
the
bridal
dinner.
She
was
on
her
bed
in
a
pretty
flowered
dress,
but
she
was
very
drunk.
She
had
a
bottle
of
wine
in
one
hand
and
a
letter
in
the
other.
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