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Chapter 15
"Iain’tgoing,"washissteadyanswertoAtticus’sthreats,requests,andfinally,"PleaseJem,takethemhome."
Iwasgettingabittiredofthat,butfeltJemhadhisownreasonsfordoingashedid,inviewofhisprospectsonceAtticusdidgethimhome.Ilookedaroundthecrowd.Itwasasummer’snight,butthemenweredressed,mostofthem,inoverallsanddenimshirtsbuttoneduptothecollars.Ithoughttheymustbecold-natured,astheirsleeveswereunrolledandbuttonedatthecuffs.Someworehatspulledfirmlydownovertheirears.Theyweresullen-looking,sleepy-eyedmenwhoseemedunusedtolatehours.Isoughtoncemoreforafamiliarface,andatthecenterofthesemi-circleIfoundone.
"Hey,Mr.Cunningham."
Themandidnothearme,itseemed.
"Hey,Mr.Cunningham.How’syourentailmentgettin’along?"
Mr.WalterCunningham’slegalaffairswerewellknowntome;Atticushadoncedescribedthematlength.Thebigmanblinkedandhookedhisthumbsinhisoverallstraps.Heseemeduncomfortable;heclearedhisthroatandlookedaway.Myfriendlyoverturehadfallenflat.
Mr.Cunninghamworenohat,andthetophalfofhisforeheadwaswhiteincontrasttohissunscorchedface,whichledmetobelievethatheworeonemostdays.Heshiftedhisfeet,cladinheavyworkshoes.
"Don’tyourememberme,Mr.Cunningham?I’mJeanLouiseFinch.
