This was the weirdest reason for flight I had ever heard. “How come?”
Well, they stayed gone all the time, and when they were home, even, they’d get off in a room by themselves.
“What’d they do in there?” “Nothin’, just sittin’ and readin’—but they didn’t want me with ’em.”
I pushed the pillow to the headboard and sat up. “You know something? I was fixin’ to run off tonight because there they all were.
You don’t want ’em around you all the time, Dill—” Dill breathed his patient breath, a half-sigh.
“—good night, Atticus’s gone all day and sometimes half the night and off in the legislature and I don’t know what—
you don’t want ‘em around all the time, Dill, you couldn’t do anything if they were.” “That’s not it.”
As Dill explained, I found myself wondering what life would be if Jem were different, even from what he was now;
what I would do if Atticus did not feel the necessity of my presence, help and advice. Why, he couldn’t get along a day without me.
Even Calpurnia couldn’t get along unless I was there. They needed me.
“Dill, you ain’t telling me right—your folks couldn’t do without you. They must be just mean to you. Tell you what to do about that—”
Dill’s voice went on steadily in the darkness: “The thing is, what I’m tryin’ to say is—they do get on a lot better without me, I can’t help them any.
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