1932
One late, stormy, afternoon I was in the in the drawing room watching the rain as it fell. Nothing ever happens to me, nothing exciting at least. Mother was downstairs in the sitting area, lying around like the drunk she was. Father had tried to get her to stop but it was no use. My mother says that at one point everyone was a drunk. In the 1920’s everyone drank alcohol and danced all night. When she was in her less drunken moods, she would sit me down and tell me all about her time in New York. I was only 5 years old when her and my father lived in the most beautiful mansion twenty miles away from the big city. She told me stories of a man named Gatsby. He would throw the best parties in New York. We live in Virginia now. The mansion
One late, stormy, afternoon I was in the in the drawing room watching the rain as it fell. Nothing ever happens to me, nothing exciting at least. Mother was downstairs in the sitting area, lying around like the drunk she was. Father had tried to get her to stop but it was no use. My mother says that at one point everyone was a drunk. In the 1920’s everyone drank alcohol and danced all night. When she was in her less drunken moods, she would sit me down and tell me all about her time in New York. I was only 5 years old when her and my father lived in the most beautiful mansion twenty miles away from the big city. She told me stories of a man named Gatsby. He would throw the best parties in New York. We live in Virginia now. The mansion