Walking toward the office, Dill and I fell into step behind Atticus and Jem.
Dill was encumbered by the chair, and his pace was slower.
Atticus and Jem were well ahead of us, and I assumed that Atticus was giving him hell for not going home, but I was wrong.
As they passed under a streetlight, Atticus reached out and massaged Jem’s hair, his one gesture of affection.
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Jem heard me. He thrust his head around the connecting door.
As he came to my bed Atticus’s light flashed on. We stayed where we were until it went off;
we heard him turn over, and we waited until he was still again.
Jem took me to his room and put me in bed beside him.
“Try to go to sleep,” he said, “It’ll be all over after tomorrow, maybe.” We had come in quietly, so as not to wake Aunty.
Atticus killed the engine in the driveway and coasted to the carhouse; we went in the back door and to our rooms without a word.
I was very tired, and was drifting into sleep when the memory of Atticus calmly folding his newspaper and pushing back his hat
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