Quite a few years later, I received a letter sent from
Nice, France. A
letter from Daisy, and what I preceded to feel after I read the letter
was the urgency to visit. Her writing expressed feelings of
regret,
anxiety, and utter contempt for herself because the memories of both,
Myrtle and Gatsby's deaths were disquieting, to say the least. Tom
still did not know that she was the one who hit Myrtle and Gatsby was
innocent, and Daisy had urges to confess to Tom but never did. He loved
her more sincerely after the whole fiasco;
I think he was hurt to find
out that Daisy still felt for Gatsby and realized that he really loved
Daisy. In shaky letters, Daisy noted how happy she was to be married to Tom and how well things are going between the two.
I replied encouraging her to tell him that she was driving
Gatsby's
yellow car the night of Myrtle's death. I always resented Tom but I
knew that their marriage was always going to be a
shame because of her
secret. But she refused. The guilt wasn't strong enough to make Daisy
confess. I don't like to meddle in situations which I don't belong, but
this was certainly a different situation.
