That damn boy messin’ up my flowers. I am in too much pain and I can not go out there to fix them. Those flowers were the only color in my day. My daily struggle of addiction causes me endless pain and the last thing I need is that boy messin’ up my life more. I hear that Atticus is makin him comeread to me. Atticus is such a sweetheart. The only reason he is doing this is for my sake. He knows that if the young boy is readin’ to me, I won’t be tempted to succum to my addiction. That man is a godsend. I have been a slave to morphine for what seems like an eternity. That evil ironic drug. It is used to make humans feel better, but don’t feel good because each time you use it, it dulls and you need more. After a while you need a strong hit just to get out of bed. This drug wore out my body enough. My life is coming to a close and I refuse to die under the devil’s influence. I say die sick, but I will die free.
Cal Taking the kids to church: from the point of view of Jem