Today shall always be remembered as the day we broke free from our chains and recaptured our precious freedom. Today is the last day we’ll have to read to Mrs.Dubose. Over the past month or so Atticus demanded Jem to go to Mre.Dubose’s house every afternoon to read to her all because of the fact that Jem literally destroyed Mrs.Dubose’s garden and her “Snow-on-the-Mountains” as a result of sudden anger and frustration. With my company, every day after school we were havin’ to step into her dark, filthy house and read her Ivanhoe for at least two hours ‘till sun down. Just as I was wonderin’ when is this torture ever goin’ to end, here came our last day of readin’ with Mrs. Dubose, which is even worse than readin’ word cards at school.
Today as we stepped into the house, there was nothing of major difference, the house is still dark, the room still smells, and undoubtly Mrs.Dubose is still that mean. Mrs.Dubose gave me a usua greeting by makin’ remarks about my appearance, how I wore pans insteas of dress. And Jem still held the seemingly I’m-not-afraid-of-you look on his face. As Jem started reading, she still scolded about Atticus and how he tried to defend Negros. But there’s one thing I noticed that is a little bit different, she’s more conscious than ever! After almost 3 hours of painful reading there ain’t any irregular mouth twitchin’ or saliva droppin’ out of her, not even a sign! I sat there after three hours had gone by, countin’ the seconds with my eyes shut, waitin’ impatiently for our time of release, not carin’ what Jem is readin’. Jem’s voicewas slowly fadin’, bet his also desperate for the alarm clock to ting. But it did not ring, not after 30 more minutes. As the hand pointed 7:30, she announced our release. We marched as fast as we could out of the house not botherin’ to ever look back.
The air smelled so fresh.
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