Then he said something to the Judge we didn’t hear. We climbed across Reverend Sykes and made our way to the staircase.
Atticus and Calpurnia met us downstairs. Calpurnia looked peeved, but Atticus looked exhausted.
Jem was jumping in excitement. “We’ve won, haven’t we?” “I’ve no idea,” said Atticus shortly.
“You’ve been here all afternoon? Go home with Calpurnia and get your supper—and stay home.”
“Aw, Atticus, let us come back,” pleaded Jem. “Please let us hear the verdict, please sir.”
The jury might be out and back in a minute, we don’t know—but we could tell Atticus was relenting.
“Well, you’ve heard it all, so you might as well hear the rest. Tell you what, you all can come back when you’ve eaten your supper—
eat slowly, now, you won’t miss anything important—and if the jury’s still out, you can wait with us.
But I expect it’ll be over before you get back.” “You think they’ll acquit him that fast?” asked Jem.
Atticus opened his mouth to answer, but shut it and left us.
I prayed that Reverend Sykes would save our seats for us, but stopped praying when I remembered
that people got up and left in droves when the jury was out— tonight, they’d overrun the drugstore,
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