For as long as I have known Daisy, I have never taken a
liking to her husband, Tom. His arrogance should have humiliated him, but he
was proud to be proud. He was spoiled because he had everything. He was a
talented athlete, he had a trophy wife, and a dedicated mistress, not to
mention all the money in the world. Daisy let him take advantage of her. She
knew about the mistress, we all did, but she never did anything to stop it. She
would rather be happy out of ignorance than face the truth, and who could blame
her? The matter is terribly hush-hush, so if you don’t pay attention, you’ll
never catch the truth. This is why I shushed Nick when the phone rang at
dinner. All conversation stopped. A butler entered the dining area, fetching
Tom to answer the penetrating ring. He rose confidently and strolled over to
the phone. Daisy looked frantic and stressed, sat for a few seconds in silence
before jumping out of her seat, chasing Tom into the hall.
Tom was also
a raging racist. It wasn’t entirely unusual for wealthy men to have these
views, but his principles were entirely unbelievable at this day and age. It’s
embarrassing to be associated with such an outspoken racist. His opinionated
ideologies only serve to make people feel uncomfortable. He even had the
audacity to speak of these harmful views at dinner! He has no respect for
anything. Not his marriage, and especially not people of color.
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