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“I've done some nice things out on Long Island,” said Mr. McKee.

Tom looked at him.

“Two of them we have downstairs.”

“Two what?” demanded Tom.

“Two pictures. One of them I call 'Montauk Point – the Gulls,' and the other I call 'Montauk Point – the Sea.'”

The sister Catherine sat down beside me on the couch.

“Where do you live? On Long Island, too?” she inquired.

“I live at West Egg.”

“Really? I was down there at a party about a month ago. At a man named Gatsby's. Do you know him?”

“I live next door to him.”

“Well, they say he's a nephew or a cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm's. That's where all his money comes from.”

“Really?”

She nodded.

“I'm scared of him.”

Mr. McKee said, “I'd like to do more work on Long Island. All I need is a start.”

“Ask Myrtle,” said Tom. “She'll give you a letter of introduction, won't you, Myrtle?”

“What?” she asked, startled.

“You'll give McKee a letter of introduction to your husband, so he can make some pictures of him.” His lips moved silently. “'George B. Wilson at the Gasoline Pump,' or something like that.”

Catherine leaned close to me and whispered in my ear: “Neither of them can stand the person they're married to.”

“Can't they?”

“Can't STAND them.” She looked at Myrtle and then at Tom. “But why do they live with them if they can't stand them? I would get a divorce and get married to each other right away.”

“Doesn't she like Wilson either?”

The answer to this was unexpected. It came from Myrtle who had heard my question and it was violent and obscene, “Of course, not.”