Out of pure summer non-Dill boringness and nothing-to-do-ness, and out of Calpurnia’s sincere invitation, Jem ‘n’ I decided to go to Calpurnia’s church this morning.
We dressed in our formal church clothes and following Calpurnia, slowly made our way to the First Purchase. The First Purchase was quite different from our church. First being, the place was simple, it was unceiled ‘n’ unpainted within, and it didn’t really look like a church to me ‘til I stepped in. We were genuinely welcomed b the Negros in the church, even though there was a little disapproval of our presence during our entrance. We noticed some unusual customs of the First Purchase that were completely different from our community church. There were no-hymn-books in the church ‘n’ no one red the lyrics when they sang. In the end of the worship, the reverend-Revernend Sykes mentioned to the people about Tom Robinson, how hard it is for his gamily now that Tom’s in jail. Then he shut the gate ‘n’ refused to let people go ‘til everyone dropped something in the donation jar to make it a total of $10 for the Robinson family. It never happened ever in our church, but I did not think for a bit that it as imprudent or rude, after all that ten dollars will serve a good cause.
The church visit was a fairly pleasant trip for us. But our tribulation came in the afternoon. When we strolled back to the house, my jaw almost fell out of surprise-Aunt Alexandra was sitting on our front porch. How did she get here? As she settled herself in the house, I started to think how long will she stay here. We waited till Atticus came home, and the worst news is still to come-we heard as soon as he was back he told us that Aunt Alexandra is not just staying with us, she is officially living with us. She is sacrificin’ herself to live with us for the “Good of the Family”. And Atticus seemed to be in full agreement with her action, so there’s no way we could stop it now.
I’m really looking forward to another year of boringness.
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