I had gone to Daisy's house in East Egg to drop off her hat that she left in my car the other day. The door was open so invited myself in, at a seemingly bad time.
"Tom," began Daisy
nervously, "there's something I need to tell you."
She now had Tom's full attention and he was looking at her waiting for her to go on. Daisy's palms were sweating, and it was for a reason other than that day's abnormally high temperature.
"What is it Daisy? What do you want?" Tom asked crudely.
"It's about Jay Gatsby
...I...I love him."
Daisy immediately looked away after saying those words. She felt relieved to have told her husband the truth, but feared