the only phrase of which I caught was…erected an absolute morphodite in that yard! Atticus, you’ll never raise ‘em!”
The snow stopped in the afternoon, the temperature dropped, and by nightfall Mr. Avery’s direst predictions came true:
Calpurnia kept every fireplace in the house blazing, but we were cold.
When Atticus came home that evening he said we were in for it, and asked Calpurnia if she wanted to stay with us for the night.
Calpurnia glanced up at the high ceilings and long windows and said she thought she’d be warmer at her house.
Atticus drove her home in the car. Before I went to sleep Atticus put more coal on the fire in my room.
He said the thermometer registered sixteen, that it was the coldest night in his memory, and that our snowman outside was frozen solid.
Minutes later, it seemed, I was awakened by someone shaking me. Atticus’s overcoat was spread across me.
“Is it morning already?” “Baby, get up.” Atticus was holding out my bathrobe and coat.
“Put your robe on first,” he said. Jem was standing beside Atticus, groggy and tousled.
He was holding his overcoat closed at the neck, his other hand was jammed into his pocket. He looked strangely overweight.
“Hurry, hon,” said Atticus. “Here’re your shoes and socks.” Stupidly, I put them on. “Is it morning?”
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