I Try To Give'em A Reason, You

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

Again, As I Had Often Met It In My Own Church, I Was Confronted With The Impurity Of Women Doctrine That Seemed To Preoccupy All Clergymen.

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I Didn't Know How You Were Going To Do It, But From Now On I'll Never Worry About What'll Become Of You, Son, You'll Always Have An Idea.

That Boy Is Your Company. And If He Wants To Eat Up That Tablecloth, You Let Him, You Hear?