Wednesday, March 26, 2008

atticus

When the three of us came to her house, Atticus would sweep off his hat, wave gallantly to her and say, "Good evening, Mrs. Dubose! You look like a picture this evening."

I never heard Atticus say like a picture of what. He would tell her the courthouse news, and would say he hoped with all his heart she'd have a good day tomorrow. He would return his hat to his head, swing me to his shoulders in her very presence, and we would go home in the twilight.

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.


-chapter 11

1 comment:

Briana and Trevor said...

i like that. it's the perfect "snippet" of a story. Mmmmm good.