Journal #7

Journal #7 perspective of Aunt Alexandra.

Those children of my brothers, their motives can be so OBSCURE sometimes. I don't know if I will ever understand why the ran off to see that dreadful court case. I knew, Atticus knew it, everyone in Maycomb knew it. It was INEVITABLE that that poor boy Tom was going to be pronounced guilty. 

When those kids ran off to play outside I didn't think nothing of it. but when they went missing and I no longer heard them in the front yard, I began to worry. At first I had some APPREHENSION about telling my brother with this court case going on. but then I decided that I would not be able to SUSTAIN my sanity if I had to wait. I sat down with a piece of paper and a pen and got to work. Now is is very IMPROBABLE that I get off track when writing, but I was so mad that the kids had disobeyed me and their father again that I must have gone on a rant because I filled up the page with all of the PURSUITS that I did not agree with.  I went in to the kitchen to find Cal, and have her deliver the letter, I wanted to be home when they got back. I sat in the big chair and waited, and waited and waited. I must have waited for the better part of the day thinking of what I would say to them when they got back. I went in the kitchen to get a glass of water, and saw that Cal was still there! she hadn't taken the letter yet. I near blew my head off yelling her out of there. 

When they returned I was still brooding over Cal that I forgot to give them my prepared speech. I figured that the moment had passed and that it would strike home better if I would wait for another opportunity.