So, this is your home... it looks a great deal like mine. Your existence really spikes my curiosity, and I know better than to question it. But I am curious about one thing in particular.
What is the nature of your relationship with your Nick Carraway? I'm inclined to ask, as I have reason to believe it's quite different than mine... or perhaps not?
I hope you continue to do well, and I look forward to talking with you more, Old Sport!
POST: LONG ISLAND, NY. 1922
What a pleasant surprise! Yes, yes—I do take pride in my home, so I would hope the same remains for you.
As for my relationship with Nick, well…not to play coy, but he is all I never knew I needed. He’s out right now—I quite had to force him to go out with poor Miss Baker, but then, Miss Baker herself seems to be lonely since Daisy’s so busy building herself a new life.
That, I suppose, is a question I have for you: what of Daisy? What place does she hold in your life? Do you have your own Daisy, separate from mine? My Daisy—well, she’s not mine, to say the least. My friend. She is, most certainly, my friend, and since Nick has been promoted, I could even call her my best friend.
Nick helped me with that, of course. With his hand in mine I had enough support to admit to myself that I didn’t need her the way I thought I did. And since my Daisy ended her marriage with that former polo player, whatever his name was…she’s having a grander time than ever, last I heard.
I hope you have, or can soon find, that same fortune. There are better things coming on the horizon than I thought would ever fill my hands.
Sincerely and emphatically,
