Atticus Finch Monologue

I’m dying and I know it. I also know there ain’t nothing I can do about it. That’s why I have this morphine. Keeps me from feeling the death coming for me. Knowing it’s coming and not having control over makes me hate everything. And those wild kids Jeremy and Scout always running around don’t help any. Scout don’t even act like a lady. She runs around like one of the boys. I hate it all. Then one day, that father of theirs, Atticus, changed things for me.

I was sitting on my front porch when Jeremy and Scout walked by presumably on their way to town. Thought they were playing hooky. Then talking to Scout I said, “What are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You’ll grow up waiting on tables if somebody doesn’t change your ways-a Finch waiting on tables at the O.K Café.” I laughed a little then continued yelling at them. “Not only a Finch waiting on tables but one in the courthouse lawing for niggers! Yes indeed,

Everyday Jeremy and Scout would come by. I would question them and talk bad about their father. Then Jeremy would read to me until the alarm clock went off. One day was different though. Atticus came by while Jeremy was reading. “I was coming home from the office and didn’t see the children. I thought they might still be here.” “Do you know what time it is, Atticus? Exactly fourteen minutes past five. The alarm clock is set for five-thirty. I want you to know that.” Every day the alarm clock was set for a few minutes later. I was trying to not be dependent on the morphine before I died so I was slowly taking myself off of it with Jessie’s help of course. I knew I was extremely close to death and I wanted Jeremy to read to me every day until I died. “I have a feeling that Jem’s reading days are numbered,” said Atticus. He knew too. He knew I was close to death. So I told him just how close I thought without letting the children know. “Only a week longer, I think just to make