I just hope that Jem and Scout come to me for their answers instead of listening to the town. I hope they trust me enough… Jean Louise?”
My scalp jumped. I stuck my head around the corner. “Sir?” “Go to bed.”
I scurried to my room and went to bed. Uncle Jack was a prince of a fellow not to let me down.
But I never figured out how Atticus knew I was listening, and it was not until many years later
that I realized he wanted me to hear every word he said.
Chapter 10
Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late,
which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness. He was much older than the parents of our school contemporaries,
and there was nothing Jem or I could say about him when our classmates said, “My father—”
Jem was football crazy. Atticus was never too tired to play keep-away,
but when Jem wanted to tackle him Atticus would say, “I’m too old for that, son.”
Our father didn’t do anything. He worked in an office, not in a drugstore.
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