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           Ifanything,she’sbeenharderontheminsomewaysthanamotherwouldhavebeen...she’sneverletthemgetawaywithanything,she’sneverindulgedthemthewaymostcolorednursesdo.Shetriedtobringthemupaccordingtoherlights,andCal’slightsareprettygood—andanotherthing,thechildrenloveher."

           Ibreathedagain.Itwasn’tme,itwasonlyCalpurniatheyweretalkingabout.Revived,Ienteredthelivingroom.AtticushadretreatedbehindhisnewspaperandAuntAlexandrawasworryingherembroidery.Punk,punk,punk,herneedlebrokethetautcircle.Shestopped,andpulledtheclothtighter:punk-punk-punk.Shewasfurious.

           Jemgotupandpaddedacrosstherug.Hemotionedmetofollow.Heledmetohisroomandclosedthedoor.Hisfacewasgrave.

           "They’vebeenfussing,Scout."

           JemandIfussedagreatdealthesedays,butIhadneverheardoforseenanyonequarrelwithAtticus.Itwasnotacomfortablesight.

           "Scout,trynottoantagonizeAunty,hear?"

           Atticus’sremarkswerestillrankling,whichmadememisstherequestinJem’squestion.Myfeathersroseagain."Youtryin’totellmewhattodo?"

           "Naw,it’s—he’sgotalotonhismindnow,withoutusworryinghim."

           "Likewhat?"Atticusdidn’tappeartohaveanythingespeciallyonhismind.

           "It’sthisTomRobinsoncasethat’sworryin’himtodeath—"

           IsaidAtticusdidn’tworryaboutanything.Besides,thecaseneverbotheredusexceptaboutonceaweekandthenitdidn’tlast.