“I want a baton.”
“Then we’ll get ya one.”
I remember that early conversation clearly. I had just turned twelve and rich with birthday money so Scout and I decided to go downtown to lighten my pocket. Scout’s been craving a sequined baton at VJ’s for a while now. The pretty little thing costed seventeen cents. Scout looked content when I said I would get it for her.
It seemed like a great day to walk downtown by ourselves. We always went alone, Scout and I, and now that I’m twelve, we can do it with even more grace. Our shoes echoed down the rather empty neighborhood until I saw Mrs. Dubose sitting in her usual spot on the spot in a rickety rocking chair. I didn’t look at her in fear of her spotting us and cutting our plans into pieces. Attempting …show more content…
Of course that’s Atticus's response. After Mrs. Dubose throws every insult at our family, he’s still smiling and complimenting her. I suppose if he could do it, then I could too. After all, she is a sick old lady.
“Where are you two goin’?” Mrs. Dubose snarls, “Ditchin’ school?”
“But it’s Saturday!” I tell her. She ignores me and questions our supervision.
I reassured her, telling her we’d been walkin’ downtown since we were yay high above the sidewalk, thinking back to when Scout was 5 and I was 8 or somethin’ like that. Mrs. Dubose’s face hardens. A bad feeling settles into my stomach
“Don’t you lie to me!” Mrs. Dubose screams. Her wide eyes swivel to something behind me.
“You!” Her boney finger flies out,startling Scout, making her grip my hand. I shook her off. We’d be saying goodbye soon. These little arguments never lasted long nor were they of any importance. I’ll be a gentleman and end it.
“Mrs. Dubose, we have to go. You have a good day now.” I place my hands on Scout’s shoulder and lead her off the splintering porch,
“Go off and run on back to your nigger loving daddy.” After all he’s treated her, what did she say? I couldn’t think. I felt Scout’s small hands wrap around my wrist and mumble things as we walked
“Then we’ll get ya one.”
I remember that early conversation clearly. I had just turned twelve and rich with birthday money so Scout and I decided to go downtown to lighten my pocket. Scout’s been craving a sequined baton at VJ’s for a while now. The pretty little thing costed seventeen cents. Scout looked content when I said I would get it for her.
It seemed like a great day to walk downtown by ourselves. We always went alone, Scout and I, and now that I’m twelve, we can do it with even more grace. Our shoes echoed down the rather empty neighborhood until I saw Mrs. Dubose sitting in her usual spot on the spot in a rickety rocking chair. I didn’t look at her in fear of her spotting us and cutting our plans into pieces. Attempting …show more content…
Of course that’s Atticus's response. After Mrs. Dubose throws every insult at our family, he’s still smiling and complimenting her. I suppose if he could do it, then I could too. After all, she is a sick old lady.
“Where are you two goin’?” Mrs. Dubose snarls, “Ditchin’ school?”
“But it’s Saturday!” I tell her. She ignores me and questions our supervision.
I reassured her, telling her we’d been walkin’ downtown since we were yay high above the sidewalk, thinking back to when Scout was 5 and I was 8 or somethin’ like that. Mrs. Dubose’s face hardens. A bad feeling settles into my stomach
“Don’t you lie to me!” Mrs. Dubose screams. Her wide eyes swivel to something behind me.
“You!” Her boney finger flies out,startling Scout, making her grip my hand. I shook her off. We’d be saying goodbye soon. These little arguments never lasted long nor were they of any importance. I’ll be a gentleman and end it.
“Mrs. Dubose, we have to go. You have a good day now.” I place my hands on Scout’s shoulder and lead her off the splintering porch,
“Go off and run on back to your nigger loving daddy.” After all he’s treated her, what did she say? I couldn’t think. I felt Scout’s small hands wrap around my wrist and mumble things as we walked