The ringing phone startled me as I began settling into my new home. I hurried to answer and a deep, mysterious voice waited on the other end.
“Nick, my how I’ve missed you.”
It was Jordan Baker, my cousin Daisy’s long-time friend. I was flattered she was calling me; people of East Egg rarely took the time to do so. We had somewhat of a romance before Gatsby died, but things had drifted off. In the back of my mind I always knew I didn’t have enough money to win her. That said, there will always be a soft spot in my heart for Miss Jordan Baker, and boy did she know how to manipulate it.
“Why hello!” I answered, trying my best to hide the excitement in my voice. “To what do I owe this call?”
“I’m going to be near West Egg tomorrow for a golf tournament. I wanted to come and catch up. Will you be home around three in the afternoon?”
“Yes of course! Please, drop by anytime.”
I hung up, my hands shaking as I laid the phone back on the receiver. I glanced around, unsure how to contain my enthusiasm. Months ago I would never have imagined Jordan Baker coming to my house in the afternoon for tea. What should I serve her? After all this time, what will we talk about? How shall I greet her? As the questions began to swirl, I became extremely nervous. Suddenly, Gatsby did not seem so far off base all those months ago.
