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“Why there he is, Mr. Tate, he can tell you his name.”As I said it, I half pointed to the man in the corner, but brought my arm downquickly lest Atticus reprimand me for pointing. It was impolite to point.He was still leaning against the wall. He had been leaning against the wallwhen I came into the room, his arms folded across his chest. As I pointed hebrought his arms down and pressed the palms of his hands against the wall. Theywere white hands, sickly white hands that had never seen the sun, so white theystood out garishly against the dull cream wall in the dim light of Jem’s room.I looked from his hands to his sand-stained khaki pants; my eyes traveled uphis thin frame to his torn denim shirt. His face was as white as his hands, but fora shadow on his jutting chin. His cheeks were thin to hollowness; his mouth waswide; there were shallow, almost delicate indentations at his temples, and hisgray eyes were so colorless I thought he was blind. His hair was dead and thin,almost feathery on top of his head.When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streakson the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange small spasm shookhim, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder thetension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and ourneighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears.“Hey, Boo,” I said.
30“Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this isMr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.”If Atticus could blandly introduce me to Boo Radley at a time like this, well—that was Atticus.Boo saw me run instinctively to the bed where Jem was sleeping, for the sameshy smile crept across his face. Hot with embarrassment, I tried to cover up bycovering Jem up.“Ah-ah, don’t touch him,” Atticus said.Mr. Heck Tate sat looking intently at Boo through his horn-rimmed glasses.He was about to speak when Dr. Reynolds came down the hall.“Everybody out,” he said, as he came in the door. “Evenin‘, Arthur, didn’tnotice you the first time I was here.”Dr. Reynolds’s voice was as breezy as his step, as though he had said it everyevening of his life, an announcement that astounded me even more than being inthe same room with Boo Radley. Of course . . . even Boo Radley got sicksometimes, I thought. But on the other hand I wasn’t sure.Dr. Reynolds was carrying a big package wrapped in newspaper. He put itdown on Jem’s desk and took off his coat. “You’re quite satisfied he’s alive,now? Tell you how I knew. When I tried to examine him he kicked me. Had toput him out good and proper to touch him. So scat,” he said to me.“Er—” said Atticus, glancing at Boo. “Heck, let’s go out on the front porch.There are plenty of chairs out there, and it’s still warm enough.”I wondered why Atticus was inviting us to the front porch instead of thelivingroom, then I understood. The livingroom lights were awfully strong.We filed out, first Mr. Tate—Atticus was waiting at the door for him to goahead of him. Then he changed his mind and followed Mr. Tate.People have a habit of doing everyday things even under the oddestconditions. I was no exception: “Come along, Mr. Arthur,” I heard myselfsaying, “you don’t know the house real well. I’ll just take you to the porch, sir.”
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“Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this is
Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.”
If Atticus could blandly introduce me to Boo Radley at a time like this, well—
that was Atticus.
Boo saw me run instinctively to the bed where Jem was sleeping, for the same
shy smile crept across his face. Hot with embarrassment, I tried to cover up by
covering Jem up.
“Ah-ah, don’t touch him,” Atticus said.
Mr. Heck Tate sat looking intently at Boo through his horn-rimmed glasses.
He was about to speak when Dr. Reynolds came down the hall.
“Everybody out,” he said, as he came in the door. “Evenin‘, Arthur, didn’t
notice you the first time I was here.”
Dr. Reynolds’s voice was as breezy as his step, as though he had said it every
evening of his life, an announcement that astounded me even more than being in
the same room with Boo Radley. Of course . . . even Boo Radley got sick
sometimes, I thought. But on the other hand I wasn’t sure.
Dr. Reynolds was carrying a big package wrapped in newspaper. He put it
down on Jem’s desk and took off his coat. “You’re quite satisfied he’s alive,
now? Tell you how I knew. When I tried to examine him he kicked me. Had to
put him out good and proper to touch him. So scat,” he said to me.
“Er—” said Atticus, glancing at Boo. “Heck, let’s go out on the front porch.
There are plenty of chairs out there, and it’s still warm enough.”
I wondered why Atticus was inviting us to the front porch instead of the
livingroom, then I understood. The livingroom lights were awfully strong.
We filed out, first Mr. Tate—Atticus was waiting at the door for him to go
ahead of him. Then he changed his mind and followed Mr. Tate.
People have a habit of doing everyday things even under the oddest
conditions. I was no exception: “Come along, Mr. Arthur,” I heard myself
saying, “you don’t know the house real well. I’ll just take you to the porch, sir.”
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