“He’s not quite all there, is he, dear?” she asked after he left. “Something missing in the eyes.” “What he’s got is fine for me. It’s probably just for summer, anyway.” “Are you sure?” No, I wasn’t. I was different, as Walter Finley and Louisville had so emphatically pointed out, but Nick was too. I wasn’t really interested in making a go of it with anyone, no matter what Tom and Daisy were pushing, but part of that disinterest came from the place of a rather arrogant person realizing that she couldn’t. There was nothing as uninteresting as something I couldn’t have.
