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hear me? You hear me? Don’t you ever say one word to me about it again, youhear? Now go on!”I was too surprised to cry. I crept from Jem’s room and shut the door softly,lest undue noise set him off again. Suddenly tired, I wanted Atticus. He was inthe livingroom, and I went to him and tried to get in his lap.Atticus smiled. “You’re getting so big now, I’ll just have to hold a part ofyou.” He held me close. “Scout,” he said softly, “don’t let Jem get you down.He’s having a rough time these days. I heard you back there.”Atticus said that Jem was trying hard to forget something, but what he wasreally doing was storing it away for a while, until enough time passed. Then hewould be able to think about it and sort things out. When he was able to thinkabout it, Jem would be himself again.
27Things did settle down, after a fashion, as Atticus said they would. By themiddle of October, only two small things out of the ordinary happened to twoMaycomb citizens. No, there were three things, and they did not directly concernus—the Finches—but in a way they did.The first thing was that Mr. Bob Ewell acquired and lost a job in a matter ofdays and probably made himself unique in the annals of the nineteen-thirties: hewas the only man I ever heard of who was fired from the WPA for laziness. Isuppose his brief burst of fame brought on a briefer burst of industry, but his joblasted only as long as his notoriety: Mr. Ewell found himself as forgotten as TomRobinson. Thereafter, he resumed his regular weekly appearances at the welfareoffice for his check, and received it with no grace amid obscure mutterings thatthe bastards who thought they ran this town wouldn’t permit an honest man tomake a living. Ruth Jones, the welfare lady, said Mr. Ewell openly accusedAtticus of getting his job. She was upset enough to walk down to Atticus’s officeand tell him about it. Atticus told Miss Ruth not to fret, that if Bob Ewell wantedto discuss Atticus’s “getting” his job, he knew the way to the office.The second thing happened to Judge Taylor. Judge Taylor was not a Sundaynightchurchgoer: Mrs. Taylor was. Judge Taylor savored his Sunday night houralone in his big house, and churchtime found him holed up in his study readingthe writings of Bob Taylor (no kin, but the judge would have been proud toclaim it). One Sunday night, lost in fruity metaphors and florid diction, JudgeTaylor’s attention was wrenched from the page by an irritating scratching noise.“Hush,” he said to Ann Taylor, his fat nondescript dog. Then he realized he wasspeaking to an empty room; the scratching noise was coming from the rear of thehouse. Judge Taylor clumped to the back porch to let Ann out and found thescreen door swinging open. A shadow on the corner of the house caught his eye,and that was all he saw of his visitor. Mrs. Taylor came home from church tofind her husband in his chair, lost in the writings of Bob Taylor, with a shotgunacross his lap.The third thing happened to Helen Robinson, Tom’s widow. If Mr. Ewell wasas forgotten as Tom Robinson, Tom Robinson was as forgotten as Boo Radley.But Tom was not forgotten by his employer, Mr. Link Deas. Mr. Link Deas
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hear me? You hear me? Don’t you ever say one word to me about it again, you
hear? Now go on!”
I was too surprised to cry. I crept from Jem’s room and shut the door softly,
lest undue noise set him off again. Suddenly tired, I wanted Atticus. He was in
the livingroom, and I went to him and tried to get in his lap.
Atticus smiled. “You’re getting so big now, I’ll just have to hold a part of
you.” He held me close. “Scout,” he said softly, “don’t let Jem get you down.
He’s having a rough time these days. I heard you back there.”
Atticus said that Jem was trying hard to forget something, but what he was
really doing was storing it away for a while, until enough time passed. Then he
would be able to think about it and sort things out. When he was able to think
about it, Jem would be himself again.
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