What I Was Feeling When We Were in the Hotel in the City

To sum it up, it was unbearably hot.  Both in the literal and figurative senses, as Gatsby and Tom decided to start a fight.  I was utterly terrified.  Not just for myself, but for everyone, especially Daisy.  The fight was over her and who she loved more, and I don't understand how anyone could even think when something like this is going on.  Grown men shouldn't fight like this, nobody should.  My other feelings were mostly drowned out by pure fear, but I had started to feel a slight bit of remorse for my actions, as I had basically caused this to start.