Posted by Cat Sídhe on February 28, 2009, 12:43 pm
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“What about your wife?”
“Ah, my wife…there never lived a more intriguing woman. She seemed all at once to be young and old, soundless and roaring, always with a hidden meaning behind her words.” He chuckled. “She liked to talk about that nice gentleman on the west side of the bay.”
His guest raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Gatsby?”
“That’s him. Rather mysterious fellow – whatever happened to him?”
“Someone broke into his home and killed him. Axed him to death, I think.”
“I thought I heard that someone shot him in his pool.”
“Either way, he’s dead.” The other man waved his hand distractedly. “Go on.”
“Anyway,” he continued, “She told me a lot about how shy he was, how he always joked that he wanted to move to Northern Africa so he could bury himself in the sand and ignore the whole world.”
“Like an ostrich.”
“No, like a hermit. He hated his job.”
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