The Sun's Getting Hotter Every Year

Gatsby and Daisy sat in the living room of their new home. A nurse led a little girl who looked like Gatsby's daughter into the room. The child said she got dressed because her mother wanted to show her off. She doesn't look like her father, explained Daisy; she looks like me. Tom came back with gin-rickeys that clicked full of ice. He suggested they go out on the veranda for an hour. They drank in long, greedy swallows.