When Children Weep

“Atticus.” Aunt Alexandra’s eyes were anxious. “You are the last person I thought would turn bitter over this.” “I’m not bitter, just tired. I’m going to bed.” “Atticus.” said Jem bleakly. He turned in the doorway. “What, son?” “How could they do it, how could they?” “I don’t know, but they did it. They’ve done it before and they did
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