Summary Of To Kill A Mockingbird Alternate Ending
Coming back to the courtroom from home couldn’t have taken longer. I was anxious to get back even though it was sweltering in the building. We were gone for about an hour. I wanted to know everything that had happened. Luckily Reverend Sykes had saved our spots. Hardly anyone had moved since we left.
I asked Reverend how long the jury had been out.
He said, “ ‘Bout thirty minutes. Mr. Finch and Mr. Gilmer did some more talkin’, and Judge Taylor charged the jury.”
“How was he?” I asked.
“What say? Oh, he did right well. I ain't complainin’ one bit - he was mighty fair-minded. He sorta said if you believe this, then you'll have to return one verdict, but if you believe this, you’ll have to return another one. I thought he was leanin’ a little to our side.” Reverend Skyes scratched his head.
I was glad to hear this and it let me have some relief, but I still said, “He's not supposed to lean, …show more content…
Jem, these ain't polite things for ladies to hear,” Reverend snapped back.
“Aw, she doesn't know what we're talkin’ about. Scout, this is too old for you ain't it?” I said, hoping that she would play along and say she was too young, so she could still listen in on our conversations.
But of course she had to sound bigger than her britches and said, “It most certainly is not, I know every word you're saying.”
I just decided to stop. I asked Reverend, “What time is it?”
“Gettin’ on toward eight,” he responded.
I don't know why, but that started to get me nervous. What was taking them so long? Perhaps they knew that Tom was innocent and were just making sure that he was, and not come out with the wrong verdict and put the white man in jail when of black should’ve. Or they might just think it’s taking too long so let's put the colored man in jail and no one would think anything of it. My heads started to spin. I started to pace and move around trying to comfort myself. I went over all the things we heard in court that would make Tom free, assuring myself that he wasn't
I asked Reverend how long the jury had been out.
He said, “ ‘Bout thirty minutes. Mr. Finch and Mr. Gilmer did some more talkin’, and Judge Taylor charged the jury.”
“How was he?” I asked.
“What say? Oh, he did right well. I ain't complainin’ one bit - he was mighty fair-minded. He sorta said if you believe this, then you'll have to return one verdict, but if you believe this, you’ll have to return another one. I thought he was leanin’ a little to our side.” Reverend Skyes scratched his head.
I was glad to hear this and it let me have some relief, but I still said, “He's not supposed to lean, …show more content…
Jem, these ain't polite things for ladies to hear,” Reverend snapped back.
“Aw, she doesn't know what we're talkin’ about. Scout, this is too old for you ain't it?” I said, hoping that she would play along and say she was too young, so she could still listen in on our conversations.
But of course she had to sound bigger than her britches and said, “It most certainly is not, I know every word you're saying.”
I just decided to stop. I asked Reverend, “What time is it?”
“Gettin’ on toward eight,” he responded.
I don't know why, but that started to get me nervous. What was taking them so long? Perhaps they knew that Tom was innocent and were just making sure that he was, and not come out with the wrong verdict and put the white man in jail when of black should’ve. Or they might just think it’s taking too long so let's put the colored man in jail and no one would think anything of it. My heads started to spin. I started to pace and move around trying to comfort myself. I went over all the things we heard in court that would make Tom free, assuring myself that he wasn't