For several weeks I didn't see him or hear his voice on the phone-mostly I was in New York, trotting around with Jordan and trying to ingratiate myself with her senile aunt-but finally I went over to his house one Sunday afternoon.
Zenbait astez ez nuen ikusi, ez telefonoz haren ahotsik entzun-gehienetan New Yorken ibiltzen nintzen, Jordanekin batera eta bestera, eta bere izeba zahartuaren niganako oneritzia lortu nahian-, baina azkenean igande arratsalde batez Gatsbyren etxera hurbildu nintzen.