It was terrible. A tornado had touched down in Maycomb and tore right through your house, shingles and your belongings where everywhere. Some of your personal things where okay, but the more fragile ones where either torn apart or shattered across your yard.

Neighbors came out to offer their support and condolences. The Finch’s, Atticus, Jem and Scout walked towards you. Atticus removed his hat and spoke.

“ I’m terribly sorry about your house, lovely place it was, really. “

He looked over at your garden, and Scout spoke up.

“ Maybe you can get a smaller one like Miss Maudie! “

Calpurnia, the caretaker and cook, glared at Scout with a “ not now “ look.

“ Ah..— Well- If you need anything at all- Don’t hesitate to let me know, please. “

Atticus pat your shoulder.