“Close that curtain, Jessie, I have no wish to regard my garden and examine the destruction caused by that, horrible little boy.” “That’s more appropriate, now where’s my tea, go and fetch it at once!” “Maids, what’s becoming of them, acting as though they are equals to us white folk, it’s simply not allowed!” Crossing my arms I lean back and ponder the situation “It doesn’t help this situation when no one listens to my opinion, sure they believe there’s a difference between themselves and their maids, however they have no idea how alike they appear.”
“Finally back Jessie? Set the tray down there, I imagine my tea the way I prefer it, if it is too hot, then I will be extremely disappointed.” Such an incompetent fool, banging my crockery on …show more content…
Of course that’s not her real name, I may be elderly, however I know no respectable woman of Maycomb would name their daughter Scout, however the name Jean-Louise is not much improved if you ask me. Always following that brother of hers, she never acts like a lady, when I asked her “what are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You'll grow up waiting on tables if someone doesn't change your ways” she considered me as though the idea was …show more content…
They understood me, living together as one loving family, acting the way that was necessary for anyone in Maycomb and Alabama, treating the Negros and nothing than our maids, below us. My daughter was splendid, wearing dresses and other girl clothes, long hair and ribbons, she also did what was expected for ladies and followed me everywhere. She also looked up to me as her role model, my husband also joked that he came home to his wife and her shadow. The three of us one content family and our maids, everything was absolute, until they died of illness and left me alone in this world, filled with pain and sorrow. Perhaps if that gentleman Atticus allows it, his son could read to me every afternoon and I could break my morphine habit, “I want to die beholden to nothing and
“Finally back Jessie? Set the tray down there, I imagine my tea the way I prefer it, if it is too hot, then I will be extremely disappointed.” Such an incompetent fool, banging my crockery on …show more content…
Of course that’s not her real name, I may be elderly, however I know no respectable woman of Maycomb would name their daughter Scout, however the name Jean-Louise is not much improved if you ask me. Always following that brother of hers, she never acts like a lady, when I asked her “what are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You'll grow up waiting on tables if someone doesn't change your ways” she considered me as though the idea was …show more content…
They understood me, living together as one loving family, acting the way that was necessary for anyone in Maycomb and Alabama, treating the Negros and nothing than our maids, below us. My daughter was splendid, wearing dresses and other girl clothes, long hair and ribbons, she also did what was expected for ladies and followed me everywhere. She also looked up to me as her role model, my husband also joked that he came home to his wife and her shadow. The three of us one content family and our maids, everything was absolute, until they died of illness and left me alone in this world, filled with pain and sorrow. Perhaps if that gentleman Atticus allows it, his son could read to me every afternoon and I could break my morphine habit, “I want to die beholden to nothing and