There was a numb quietness, a stillness throughout each means of entity where even Dr. Eckleberg engaged in; until Wilson, Myrtle's husband, penetrated unstably. When I took off from my seat, I saw his enraged face brimming with reprisal. No one know how, but Wilson knew exactly who manslaughtered his wife and as soon as he walked away, no one saw him again; until… BANG! BANG! BANG! Was the cry coming from Tom and Daisy's home a few days after the attack of Myrtle Wilson. Now I know what you're thinking, how did he know? Well let's go back eight hours prior to the homicide. Myrtle and George was having a dispute concerning Myrtles suspicious “visiting the old sister” thing. After minutes of alternating ever and ever, Myrtle ran out and knowing
