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Analysis Of The Book ' The Great Gatsby ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Paolina hung her pantyhose in their bathroom to dry, and it annoyed Antonello. They were so delicate that if his hand accidently brushed across them, the threads snagged easily on his finger nails, on the rough patches of his skin. The young craftswoman, button nose, sweet smile, reminded him of his mother’s Madonna, a statuette, the one she’d kept on her bedroom dresser to hang strands of rosary beads on. The one she knelt in front of before bed. His sister Carmela inherited the statuette – the only remaining church goer among his siblings. His mother would’ve described the young woman as angelic, it was disconcerting to think of her sitting at a work table, cutting up old stockings, shaping and stuffing them until they turned into old men and then shoving them into a jar, the lid screwed nice and tight.
Paolina’s cancer was a betrayal. Of course, he knew he was being silly and selfish and ridiculous. But Paolina was dying and she was going to abandon him. He was not good at friendship. He wasn’t social. People didn’t take to him, or as his daughter Nicki, said, ‘Dad’s has no idea how to connect with people’. When Paolina’s friends visited he was polite, he could be friendly and funny, he liked that Paolina had friends and he wanted to welcome them but he didn’t have any friends of his own. His brother Joe dropped in some afternoons and they paced the garden or strolled down to the creek so that Joe’s German Shepherd, now old and crippled with arthritis, could take a slow

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