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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
was
sitting
in
it
with
a
lieutenant
I
had
never
seen
before.
They
were
so
focused
on
each
other
that
she
didn’t
notice
me
until
I
was
very
close.
"Hello,
Jordan,"
she
called
suddenly.
"Please
come
here."
I
felt
flattered
that
she
wanted
to
talk
to
me
because
I
admired
her
the
most
out
of
all
the
older
girls.
She
asked
if
I
was
going
to
the
Red
Cross
to
make
bandages.
I
said
I
was.
Then
she
asked
if
I
could
tell
them
she
couldn’t
come
that
day.
The
officer
looked
at
Daisy
while
she
spoke,
in
a
way
every
young
girl
dreams
of
being
looked
at,
and
because
it
seemed
romantic,
I
remembered
it
ever
since.
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
I
started
playing
in
tournaments,
so
I
didn’t
see
Daisy
often.
She
spent
time
with
a
slightly
older
crowd—when
she
went
out
at
all.
Wild
rumors
spread
about
her—how
her
mother
found
her
packing
to
go
to
New
York
to
say
goodbye
to
a
soldier
going
overseas.
She
was
stopped,
but
she
didn’t
speak
to
her
family
for
weeks.
After
that,
she
didn’t
date
soldiers
anymore,
only
a
few
young
men
in
town
who
couldn’t
join
the
army.
By
the
next
autumn,
she
was
happy
again,
as
cheerful
as
ever.
She
had
a
debut
after
the
armistice,
and
by
February,
she
was
engaged
to
a
man
from
New
Orleans.
In
June,
she
married
Tom
Buchanan
of
Chicago,
with
more
celebration
than
Louisville
had
ever
seen.
He
came
with
a
hundred
people
in
four
private
train
cars,
rented
an
entire
floor
of
the
Muhlbach
Hotel,
and
the
day
before
the
wedding,
he
gave
her
a
string
of
pearls
worth
three
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars.
I
was
a
bridesmaid.
I
entered
her
room
thirty
minutes
before
the
bridal
dinner
and
found
her
lying
on
her
bed.
She
looked
as
lovely
as
a
June
night
in
her
flowered
dress—and
as
drunk
as
a
monkey.
She
held
a
bottle
of
Sauterne
in
one
hand
and
a
letter
in
the
other.
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