The Importance of Seeing a Baby

Miss Baker said she would like to see the baby. Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. The two young women preceded us out onto the rosy-coloured porch, open toward the sunset where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. During his tense arm imperatively undermined, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square.