“It’s just that I’m so afraid of making a mess of being married to the wrong man—the wrong kind for me, I mean. I’m no different from any other woman, and the wrong man would turn me into a screamin’ shrew in record time.”
You must take all things into account. Henry’s background—” “—is literally the same as mine. We grew up in each other’s pockets.” “There’s a drinking streak in that family—” “Aunty, there’s a drinking streak in every family.” Alexandra’s back stiffened. “Not in the Finch family.” “You’re right. We’re just all crazy.”
On some days he wore two watches: he wore two this day, an ancient watch and chain his children had cut their teeth on, and a wristwatch. The former was habit, the latter was used to tell time when he could not move his fingers enough to dig in his watchpocket.
he always told his daughter the rest of it, quietly and solemnly, but Jean Louise sometimes thought she detected an unmistakably profane glint in Atticus Finch’s eyes, or was it merely the light hitting his glasses? She never knew.