Gatsby is No Good  Disclaimer: I do not own The Great Gatsby,
this is just an assignment I did for school.  Tom and Daisy sat
quietly in their kitchen for a moment, neither of them touching
the food that was in front of them. Each was lost in their own
thoughts of the events that had taken place earlier.  Daisy was
staring at her hands, all thoughts focused on the fight raging
inside of her. Should she tell Tom that it was, in fact, her
driving the car that had killed the woman? Could she tell him
that it was her driving, and not Gatsby? No, it was not
something she needed to share; it was not something Tom needed
to know. Her husband's voice broke her out of her reverie, and
she realized she had not heard a word he had said.  "What was
that?" she asked, looking up at him.  "I said, Gatsby is no
good. He doesn't know how things work around here. I mean, a man
who does not stop his car when he hits someone, a woman no less,
well, what kind of man is that?" Tom stated angrily, "No man at
all in my opinion. I me