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Chapter 11
"Don’tyoucontradictme!"Mrs.Dubosebawled."Andyou—"shepointedanarthriticfingeratme—"whatareyoudoinginthoseoveralls?Youshouldbeinadressandcamisole,younglady!You’llgrowupwaitingontablesifsomebodydoesn’tchangeyourways—aFinchwaitingontablesattheO.K.Cafe—hah!"
Iwasterrified.TheO.K.Cafewasadimorganizationonthenorthsideofthesquare.IgrabbedJem’shandbutheshookmeloose.
"Comeon,Scout,"hewhispered."Don’tpayanyattentiontoher,justholdyourheadhighandbeagentleman."
ButMrs.Duboseheldus:"NotonlyaFinchwaitingontablesbutoneinthecourthouselawingforniggers!"
Jemstiffened.Mrs.Dubose’sshothadgonehomeandsheknewit:
"Yesindeed,whathasthisworldcometowhenaFinchgoesagainsthisraising?I’lltellyou!"Sheputherhandtohermouth.Whenshedrewitaway,ittrailedalongsilverthreadofsaliva."Yourfather’snobetterthantheniggersandtrashheworksfor!"
Jemwasscarlet.Ipulledathissleeve,andwewerefollowedupthesidewalkbyaphilippiconourfamily’smoraldegeneration,themajorpremiseofwhichwasthathalftheFincheswereintheasylumanyway,butifourmotherwerelivingwewouldnothavecometosuchastate.
Iwasn’tsurewhatJemresentedmost,butItookumbrageatMrs.Dubose’sessmentofthefamily’smentalhygiene.IhadbecomealmostaccustomedtohearinginsultsaimedatAtticus.Butthiswasthefirstonecomingfromanadult.
