"A caddy retracted his statement, and the only other witness admitted that he might have been mistaken." (Page 58)
My friends and I have a little thing we like to do called "sketch hands." I created them when we were walking in a weird alley downtown at night during NCYC on our way to dinner. We were in a big group, so we were perfectly safe, but it still felt a bit sketchy. They are like awkward hands, except instead of impersonating Ricky Bobby when he doesn't know what to do with his hands, you make one of your hands look like a gun, and then you hold the thumb of your hand that is making the gun as if you don't know what to do with it. Basically, you hold your thumb of your right hand between your pointer finger and your thumb of your left hand. Go on, try it. You know you want to.
What's the point of these ramblings? Well, I threw up my sketch hands when I read the passage about Jordan Baker being clever enough to evade punishment or reproach. To be honest, I just don't like her. I feel like the whole narration about her on pages 58-59 are foreshadowing a time when she is going to cause something bad to happen and get away with it. She makes me nervous, and I just don't trust her.
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