It was the 1930s and I was in my house in Alabama. Jem came down the stairs and said, "Hey Jean Louise, remember when we learned a valuable lesson about not killing birds?" "Please, call me Scout," I said, "And yes. We also we learned to not be racist." "There are probably no more lessons to be learned," said Jem. Boy, was he wrong. There was a knock at the door and I opened it. It was Boo Radley. "Hi guys, it's me, Boo Radley," said Boo Radley. "Hi Boo, thank you for killing that man who was trying to hurt us in order to take revenge against our father, an honorable lawyer," I said. "Any time," said Boo. "Even though I seem strange I am still a good person." "That's true," said Jem. "So Boo, what brings you by our house?" I said. "I want to show you something that I worked very hard on," said Boo. "I am very interested," said Jem. "I am too,...
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