I decided that despite the embarrassing situation with Atticus it would just be best to act as normal as possible.
I knew it would be best to participate in the missionary circle as usual. Afterwards we all sat around the dining room, which needed some work, but never the less we went on. Earlier I asked Jean Louise to join us in hopes that, just like me, she would grow up to be a proper lady. There was also the idea that if she was there, the ladies would avoid the topic of the Robinson case.
As I listened to the ladies talk about how delicious everything was, I noticed Jean Louise come out holding a coffee pitcher. I was so proud I couldn’t help but smile at her, “Stay with us, Jean Louise,” I said. This was her chance to explore the …show more content…
A lawyer?”
A rather interesting question I thought, especially coming from someone of her type: curious and always spreading rumors.
Thankfully, Jean Louise said, “Nome, I hadn’t thought about it…”.
“Why shoot, I thought you wanted to be a lawyer, you’ve already commenced going to court,” said Stephanie. All the ladies laughed at this comment.
I turned to face Mrs. Stephanie, “So Alexandra I assume Atticus is out working on the appeal for the Robinson case” Stephanie said this with a tone so prying I did my best to respond as a lady; however, I found it hard to keep my smile intact.
“Oh yes, Atticus is doing his best to help Mr. Robinson. Even as a child he was never one to give up,” I said. Mrs. Stephanie’s smile disappeared from her face as she inspected me from head to toe.
“You can’t be serious, he isn’t actually going to help the ni**er?!” She scoffed, “If it were me I would have let that criminal rot in jail.” “I couldn't agree more,” I said. I truly did agree, Atticus shouldn’t have to put up, much less defend a negro. He should never have had to put up with that trash, but never the less the Finch family must strive …show more content…
He avoided the dining room and had a worried expression upon his face. Jean Louise and I met him in the kitchen. “Cal,” Atticus said, “I want you to go with me out to Helen Robinson’s house—”
“What’s the matter?” I said.
With a dull expression, Atticus said, “Tom’s dead.”
I cupped my mouth with my hands. I couldn’t believe it. This simply could not be true. Even if he was just a black man, he had a family to support.
Atticus continued, “They shot him, he was running. It was during their exercise period. They said he just broke into a blind raving charge at the fence and started climbing over. Right in front of them—” “Didn’t they try to stop him? Didn’t they give him any warning?” I tried to stay strong, but I couldn’t help it my voice was shaky. “Oh yes, the guards called to him to stop. They fired a few shots in the air, then to kill. They got him just as he went over the fence. They said if he’d had two good arms he’d have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn’t have to shoot him that much. Cal, I want you to come out with me and help me tell Helen.” “Yes sir,” she murmured, fumbling at her apron.
“This is the last straw Atticus,” I
I knew it would be best to participate in the missionary circle as usual. Afterwards we all sat around the dining room, which needed some work, but never the less we went on. Earlier I asked Jean Louise to join us in hopes that, just like me, she would grow up to be a proper lady. There was also the idea that if she was there, the ladies would avoid the topic of the Robinson case.
As I listened to the ladies talk about how delicious everything was, I noticed Jean Louise come out holding a coffee pitcher. I was so proud I couldn’t help but smile at her, “Stay with us, Jean Louise,” I said. This was her chance to explore the …show more content…
A lawyer?”
A rather interesting question I thought, especially coming from someone of her type: curious and always spreading rumors.
Thankfully, Jean Louise said, “Nome, I hadn’t thought about it…”.
“Why shoot, I thought you wanted to be a lawyer, you’ve already commenced going to court,” said Stephanie. All the ladies laughed at this comment.
I turned to face Mrs. Stephanie, “So Alexandra I assume Atticus is out working on the appeal for the Robinson case” Stephanie said this with a tone so prying I did my best to respond as a lady; however, I found it hard to keep my smile intact.
“Oh yes, Atticus is doing his best to help Mr. Robinson. Even as a child he was never one to give up,” I said. Mrs. Stephanie’s smile disappeared from her face as she inspected me from head to toe.
“You can’t be serious, he isn’t actually going to help the ni**er?!” She scoffed, “If it were me I would have let that criminal rot in jail.” “I couldn't agree more,” I said. I truly did agree, Atticus shouldn’t have to put up, much less defend a negro. He should never have had to put up with that trash, but never the less the Finch family must strive …show more content…
He avoided the dining room and had a worried expression upon his face. Jean Louise and I met him in the kitchen. “Cal,” Atticus said, “I want you to go with me out to Helen Robinson’s house—”
“What’s the matter?” I said.
With a dull expression, Atticus said, “Tom’s dead.”
I cupped my mouth with my hands. I couldn’t believe it. This simply could not be true. Even if he was just a black man, he had a family to support.
Atticus continued, “They shot him, he was running. It was during their exercise period. They said he just broke into a blind raving charge at the fence and started climbing over. Right in front of them—” “Didn’t they try to stop him? Didn’t they give him any warning?” I tried to stay strong, but I couldn’t help it my voice was shaky. “Oh yes, the guards called to him to stop. They fired a few shots in the air, then to kill. They got him just as he went over the fence. They said if he’d had two good arms he’d have made it, he was moving that fast. Seventeen bullet holes in him. They didn’t have to shoot him that much. Cal, I want you to come out with me and help me tell Helen.” “Yes sir,” she murmured, fumbling at her apron.
“This is the last straw Atticus,” I