What I was Thinking About When Myrtle Drove to New York with Tom

                 It was always rather odd. Tom visiting my shop, that is. The first time, I just couldn't believe that a rich man would stop by my place, in the middle of the Valley of Ashes, to see me. I mean, it's filthy here, and he was, well, rich and polished. He also kept lollygagging on sale, which I thought was him lording over me, to show off his wealth. But he could have done that with anyone, why pick me? It was very strange, and exasperating.
                 Then I also began to notice the effect he had on Myrtle. Every time he pulled up to visit, she would become excited and as giddy as a schoolgirl. She'd always been captivated by the rich and their lifestyles, and she had been treating me with melancholy for awhile now. But it did surprise me when she would treat me as if I didn't exist around him (or at least as if I were some butler she didn't even need to pay heed to). When she glided past me, only addressing me to get me to bring in chairs for everyone, I thought it was rather strange that this case of rich-lifestyle obsession was so severe. Then when she left for New York with him, I became really puzzled. I was thinking about how odd the whole situation was, what with him visiting us, and with Myrtle being even more rich-person obsessed than normal. But she was my wife, so I decided to trust her, isn't that what the Bible says to do? But I couldn't stop thinking on how weird the whole arrangement was.