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Chapter 9
Ireallycan’ttellatthisstage,Jack.Youknow,I’dhopedtogetthroughlifewithoutacaseofthiskind,butJohnTaylorpointedatmeandsaid,‘You’reIt.’"
"Letthiscuppassfromyou,eh?"
"Right.ButdoyouthinkIcouldfacemychildrenotherwise?Youknowwhat’sgoingtohappenaswellasIdo,Jack,andIhopeandprayIcangetJemandScoutthroughitwithoutbitterness,andmostofall,withoutcatchingMaycomb’susualdisease.WhyreasonablepeoplegostarkravingmadwhenanythinginvolvingaNegrocomesup,issomethingIdon’tpretendtounderstand...IjusthopethatJemandScoutcometomefortheiranswersinsteadoflisteningtothetown.Ihopetheytrustmeenough....JeanLouise?"
Myscalpjumped.Istuckmyheadaroundthecorner."Sir?"
"Gotobed."
Iscurriedtomyroomandwenttobed.UncleJackwasaprinceofafellownottoletmedown.ButIneverfiguredouthowAtticusknewIwaslistening,anditwasnotuntilmanyyearslaterthatIrealizedhewantedmetoheareverywordhesaid.
