Part Two Chapter 14
To Kill a Mockingbird
Although we heard no more about the Finch family from Aunt
Alexandra, we heard plenty from the town. On Saturdays, armed with our
nickels, when Jem permitted me to accompany him (he was now positively
allergic to my presence when in public), we would squirm our way
through sweating sidewalk crowds and sometimes hear, "There's his
chillun," or, "Yonder's some Finches." Turning to face our accusers,
we would see only a couple of farmers studying the enema bags in the
Mayco Drugstore window. Or two dumpy countrywomen in straw hats
sitting in a Hoover cart.
"They c'n go loose and rape up the countryside for all of 'em who
run this county care," was one obscure observation we met head on from
a skinny gentleman when he passed us. Which reminded me that I had a
question to ask Atticus.
"What's rape?" I asked him that night.
Atticus looked around from behind his paper. He was in his chair
by the window. As we grew older, Jem and I thought it generous to
allow Atticus thirty minutes to himself after supper.
He sighed, and said rape was carnal knowledge of a female by force
and without consent.
"Well if that's all it is why did Calpurnia dry me up when I asked
her what it was?"
Atticus looked pensive. "What's that again?"
To Kill a Mockingbird
Although we heard no more about the Finch family from Aunt
Alexandra, we heard plenty from the town. On Saturdays, armed with our
nickels, when Jem permitted me to accompany him (he was now positively
allergic to my presence when in public), we would squirm our way
through sweating sidewalk crowds and sometimes hear, "There's his
chillun," or, "Yonder's some Finches." Turning to face our accusers,
we would see only a couple of farmers studying the enema bags in the
Mayco Drugstore window. Or two dumpy countrywomen in straw hats
sitting in a Hoover cart.
"They c'n go loose and rape up the countryside for all of 'em who
run this county care," was one obscure observation we met head on from
a skinny gentleman when he passed us. Which reminded me that I had a
question to ask Atticus.
"What's rape?" I asked him that night.
Atticus looked around from behind his paper. He was in his chair
by the window. As we grew older, Jem and I thought it generous to
allow Atticus thirty minutes to himself after supper.
He sighed, and said rape was carnal knowledge of a female by force
and without consent.
"Well if that's all it is why did Calpurnia dry me up when I asked
her what it was?"
Atticus looked pensive. "What's that again?"
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