Yesterday Gatsby had the nerve to tell me that my wife didn’t love me. How dare he try to come into my home and try to ruin my marriage. Daisy and I may not be the closest, and I’m definitely not the first person to say that I’m a loyal husband, but I love Daisy, and nothing will ever change that. All those west-eggers they all act the same, trying to ride of the coat-tails of the rich, and fit in with our agendas, when they haven’t even seen a dollar pass through their dried-up bank accounts. Gatsby is one of the worst ones there is. I did some research on him and found out he got all his money from bootlegging alcohol from pharmacies him and his boys owned. I tried to tell Daisy, but she wouldn’t listen to me. She even got into his car when we went to go out. …show more content…
He started to spout on about how he was moving West with Myrtle because he was worried she was cheating. I don’t know if he thinks it was me or not, but it still puzzled me on how he figured it out. Thinking of her I looked around for Myrtle, but couldn’t see her anywhere, annoying as she was that dog needed cared for, and it definitely wasn’t my idea to get it. After going out and having our fun, we were returning home and saw a group of people surrounding Wilson’s garage. When I got closer I saw Myrtle laying dead wrapped in blanket. When a man who saw the accident happen, and explained the car to be yellow, Wilson automatically thought it was me. I had to explain to him that I was driving Gatsby’s car saying, “Listen, I just got here a minute ago, from New York. I was bringing you that coupé we’ve been talking about. That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine- did you hear? I haven’t seen it all afternoon.”(Fitzgerald