Journal #4
Chapters 10, 11, & 12
Perspective: Mrs. Dubose

I tell this tale from up in the skies. That negro lovin' Lawyer, Finch, had to shoot a crazy dog, wandrin' the streets th' other day. I can't stand that man. He won't teach his chilin any manners. The elder, Jeremy Atticus, used his own sisters new baton to chop down my beaytiful flowers I been growing. He was sent byhis father to apologize, an begrudgingly agreed to read a little bit to me every day. He always brought his sister with him, and she just sat there as he would read, I couldn't hear him, and I decided to push the clock back farther and farther to spend as much time as I could with them, before getting my preciouse morphine. And as our days came to a close, I just didn't want them to go. But I wasn't healthy enough for this kind of thing. The final person I saw was their father. I gave him a token for young Jeremy, but the flower was the last thing I had ever touched. Let's hope they don't start loving negros like their father, they start going to places like Th black avern or First Purchase church, they might not be joining me here in heaven.