Well, thank you. Miss Daisy, it’s been a pleasure talking with you. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your voice is?
Yes, thank you. I get that a lot.
I suppose there is no fun in that at all, Miss Buchanan. Do you have any additional comments for our readers?
I just want to give a shout-out to all those girls out there who let their husbands control them. You girls better knock it off! You are your own person; remember, you’re secretly the one controlling him. And if he cheats on you, you need to get back at him!
Gatsby?
Oh, yes! Gatsby! Well anyways, all of them are gone now, and it’s left everyone in a fuss. Tom and I can’t simply bear all the long faces. We’re moving somewhere where the sun is always shining. We’ve had enough of the rain for a long while now. There haven’t been any parties lately, because everyone is in mourning. I can’t even go shopping in town without seeing sad people. Well, where’s the fun in that, might I ask you?
Ah, yes. I can see your love for him burning in your eyes. In fact, I heard that the two of you are running away together?
Yes, dear, you’ve heard correctly. Tom and I need to get away for a little while. We’re already all packed up and ready to go. You see, this town is painted black now and tainted with death. Yes, there was Myrtle, and Wilson, and then that rich fellow...ahh...what was his name?