But, Atticus, he’s gone and drowned his dinner in syrup, and now he’s pouring it all over…
Scout.
What?
Come out here. I want to talk to you. That boy is your cump'ny. If he wants to eat up that tablecloth, you’ll let him, ya hear? And if you can’t act fit to eat like folks, you can just sit here and eat in the kitchen.
2 comments:
To Kill a Mockingbird is my favorite book.
Hospitality is such a Christian virtue, you know?
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