Tkam blog post: In the perspective of Helen Robinson: Chapters 25-27

Boy, what a rough week, First I get news of my dear husband bless his soul, gettin' shot by a bunch of those white puh'lice men, and then I gets that stupid alcoholic Bob Ewell telling my dirt and throwin' stuff at me like an insane ape. An' then he gots his stupid ape of a girl sayin' dirt about my husband rapin' her, the very idea!