Paradise Lost

Jem was still getting over his broken arm when we started talking about Tom Robinson and Mr. Ewell and what almost happened to us that night in the dark under the big oak. Before all that happened, Maycomb county had always seemed hotter and more colorful. Jem said that was just my being younger that made me think that way and when I got to be his age I’d understand better. I think he was just fooling though. He just didn’t want me to know that he was just as confused about it as I was. But then, he did have more experience with that sort of thing, what with Mother and everything. Continue reading “Paradise Lost” »