The fake peace that prevailed on Sundays was made more irritating by Aunt Alexandra’s presence.
Atticus would flee to his office directly after dinner,
where if we sometimes looked in on him, we would find him sitting back in his swivel chair reading.
Aunt Alexandra composed herself for a two-hour nap and dared us to make any noise in the yard, the neighborhood was resting.
Jem in his old age had taken to his room with a stack of football magazines.
So Dill and I spent our Sundays creeping around in Deer’s Pasture.
Shooting on Sundays was prohibited, so Dill and I kicked Jem’s football around the pasture for a while, which was no fun.
Dill asked if I’d like to have a poke at Boo Radley.
I said I didn’t think it’d be nice to bother him, and spent the rest of the afternoon filling Dill in on last winter’s events.
He was considerably impressed. We parted at suppertime,
and after our meal Jem and I were settling down to a routine evening,
when Atticus did something that interested us: he came into the livingroom carrying a long electrical extension cord.
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