What I was thinking when I saw Tom in New York

As I took one of what would be one of my last strolls through New York, I encountered Tom Buchanan.  He greeted me with extreme gentleness and gayity as if he had forgotten the tragic events of a few days prior.  I watched blankly as Tom moved his hand eagerly before mine, and I let it just sit there idly.  I would not dare touch the hand of such a heartless man, hiding his immoral ways behind his wealth.  I was worried that if I had even gotten close to this man, let alone shake his hand, his selfishness would pass over to me.