To Kill A Mockingbird
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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to kill a mockingbird by harper lee make. Um was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it in rainy weather, the streets turned to red slop. Grass grew on the sidewalks. The courthouse sagged in the square. Somehow it was hotter than a black dog suffered on a summer's day, bony mules hitched to hoover carts, flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine o'clock in the morning, ladies bathed before noon, after the three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft tea cakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcum. People move slowly. Then they ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores. Around. It took their time about everything. A day was 24 hours long, but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy, no money to buy with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Macon County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people make. Um County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself. We lived on the main residential street in town atticus jem and I Plus calpurnia, our cook, jim and I found our father's satisfactory. He played with us, read to us and treated us with courteous detachment. Calpurnia was something else again. She was all angles and bones. She was nearsighted. She squinted, her hand was wide as a bed slide, and twice as hard. She was always ordering me out of the kitchen, asking me why I couldn't behave as well as Jim when she knew he was older and calling me home when I wasn't ready to come. Our battles were epic and one sided calpurnia, always one mainly because atticus always took her side. She had been with us ever since Jim was born and I had felt her tyrannical presence as long as I could remember. Our mother died when I was two, so I never felt her absence. She was a graham from Montgomery, atticus met her when he was first elected to the state legislature. He was middle aged then she was 15 years. His junior Jim was the product of their first year of marriage. Four years later I was born and two years later our mother died from a sudden heart attack. They said it ran in her family. I did not miss her, but I think Jim did. He remembered her clearly and sometimes in the middle of a game he would sigh at length and go off and play by himself behind the car house when he was like that, I knew better than to bother him when I was almost six and jem was nearly 10. Our summertime boundaries within calling distance of calpurnia where Mrs Henry Lafayette Dubose's house. Two doors to the north of us and the radley place. Three doors to the south. We never attempted to break them. The radley place was inhabited by an unknown entity. The mere description of whom was enough to make us behave for days on end. Mrs Dubose was playing ****. That was the Summit Deal came to us early one morning as we were beginning our day's play in the backyard gym and I heard something next door to Miss Rachel Haverford collard patch. We went to the wire fence to see if there was a puppy. Miss Rachel's rat terrier was expecting. Instead, we found someone sitting, looking at us, sitting down. He wasn't much higher than the collards. We stared at him until he spoke. Hey, hey, yourself, said Jim pleasantly. I'm Charles baker Harris, he said, I can read. So what I said. I just thought you'd like to know. I can read. You got anything needs reading, I can do it. How old are you? Asked him? 4.5. Going on seven. Shoot! No wonder, then! Said Jim, jerking his thumb at me. Scout Yonder has been reading ever since she was born, and she ain't even started school yet. You look right puny for going on seven. I'm little, but I'm old, he said. Jim brushed his hair back to get a better look. Why don't you come over Charles baker, Harris? He said. Lord, What a name! It's not any funnier than yours, and Rachel says your name is jeremy, atticus, finch. Jim scowled. I'm big enough to fit mine, he said. Your name is longer than you are, but it's a foot longer, folks call me Deal said Deal struggling under the fence. Do better if you go over it instead of under it. I said, where'd you come from? Deal was from Meridian Mississippi and was spending the summer with his aunt Rachel and would be spending every summer and make them from now on. His family was from Macon County. Originally his mother worked for a photographer in Meridian, had entered his picture in a beautiful child contest and won $5. She gave the money to deal who went to the picture show 20 times on it.