It’s Maycomb, Alabama, 1933

Maycomb’s a town so word gets around fast. Once the folk found out he had remarried to a younger spouse, gossip spreaded around like a wildfire. Lord knows how much Maycomb loves it’s gossip, and it wasn’t positive at all.

You two were shopping for groceries when people started to stare with distain. The dirty looks made you feel down. You called you to him as he was inspecting ingredients. He hums in response as he gently pushes the cart. “Yes, darlin’?” He asked with a southern drawl to his rich voice.