What I was feeling when Myrtle called Tom during dinner....

When I heard the telephone ring I knew some kind of excitement would follow. After all, for what reason would a person interrupt a household during dinner time? The butler whispered into Tom's ear and he left the table. I could see that Daisy was upset by this. In an unsuccessful attempt to continue casual conversation, she compared her cousin Nick to a rose. This description was most unfitting of him. Although I disliked seeing Daisy upset, I was still intrigued by the drama. Things can become so boring at times, and an incident like this had the potential to really spice up the evening. After Daisy threw down her napkin and followed Tom into the house, all of my previous concern was gone and I was lost to the excitement of the moment. I glanced toward Nick and then focused my attention on the commotion inside of the house. He tried to say something but I abruptly shushed him. My heart quickened as I heard faint murmurs and strained to make out the words. Nick interrupted my concentration, mentioning something about Gatsby. Out of frustration I cut him off, "Don't talk. I want to hear what happens" I said in a warning voice. To my surprise, Nick expressed that he had no idea what was happening. This revelation pushed my annoyance aside. Both spreading and receiving gossip is almost tantalizing to me, so I quickly divulged the news of Tom's affair. The look of puzzlement had barely left Nick's face by the time Tom and Daisy returned. I quickly changed my demeanor from intrigued to disinterested. I listened to Daisy's tense chatter and saw Tom's miserable expression, yet these observations did not trouble me. I am experienced at remaining calm in tense situations. Even as the telephone cried out again, I paid it no attention. The drama had passed for now, and I was ready to move on with the evening as if nothing had happened.