It was two o’clock when Nick and I stepped off the train. I had invited him along to meet my mistress, Myrtle Wilson, whose husband was simpleminded enough to believe that she was simply going to see her Sister here in New York. I planned to take all of us to the apartment I rent for my excursions involving my affairs, where we could spend a good time together and have some whiskey, and I could get away from my wife Daisy. Sure she had money, and class, and looks, but Myrtle had a certain air about her that set her apart, elicited some exuberant excitement that Daisy just wasn’t giving me. Anyway, I was determined to have Nick along, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do. We walked a short …show more content…
And if you feel that way about it, maybe I’d better sell it somewhere else after all.” He quickly made something up, but I wasn’t paying much attention. I was waiting for Myrtle so we could get the hell out of there. She finally descended the stairs, wearing a rather deep blue silk dress, and asked her husband to set out some chairs. As he left, I told her to meet Nick and me on the next train. We took off for my apartment, and Myrtle sat in another car. I didn’t want any East Eggers thinking I was with someone like her. After we got off the train, Myrtle went on one of her shopping sprees, buying a magazine, some cheap perfume, and finally settled on getting a dog. Reluctantly, Nick and I went into the store and, after a long bout of arguing over breed and gender, we left with a ten-dollar Airdale. Finally, after so many stops it was excruciating, we took a cab up to the billowing white tower of apartments. Myrtle immediately proclaimed she was going to invite the McKees and her sister over, as though it was some matter of utmost importance. When we eventually got into the apartment, Myrtle called up some friends and I sent Nick out to get some cigarettes. Our “guests” arrived and, and the small talk began. The girls talked about how extravagant their dresses were, and Mr. McKee talked with me about his work. The topic turned to marriage and I became a bit uncomfortable. I noticed Nick trying to leave, which I wouldn’t have minded in the slightest, except the