Close Call

Last night I went to the Maycomb county jail to meet tom Robinson since he was moved in town for the court case. He was a black man all right in the corner of his cell. His massive body filed up the whole cell as he spoke to me. I had been sitting outside when Walter Cunningham Sr. came with his friends. It seemed they had wanted to kill Tom, but I was not nervous, that I knew that they had been coming and I had a man hiding at gunpoint to shoot at anytime I seem to need help. But that man was not needed when all of the sudden my precious little scout came out of nowhere with Jem and dill. Scout talked to the men as if they were friends of hers, and they seemed to have felt bad for the little girl. I am guessing that it is her cuteness that wore the men off because within a few minutes they were gone. That one was close. I hope nothing bad happens to Tom Robinson in the future.