The children still hadn't showed up. Aunt Alexandra was just as worried as I. I could only hope they were safe. I didn't expect them to just run off like that – I knew they wanted to go out and about today but Atticus told them to stay with Alexandra and I. When he was serious, they mostly obied. This was very improbable. It had already been hours without them, and I wanted to march down to that courthouse and tell Atticus.

“You can't.” Alexandra argued. I asked her why, and she smirked.

“It's unacceptable that they've gone away, and Atticus takes full responsibility. He need to realize how misbehaved his kids are. Then he might let me help a little more.” She said with a nod. Now, it was my turn to smirk and disagree.

“No. Now you write him a letter so I can give it to him, or I'll write it myself. Aren't you at all worried about them? We need to let your brother know – or else he might come home and blame you for not telling him.”

“He wouldn't”

“If he didn't, I will.” I stated. She glared at me.

“Get me a pencil and paper and I'll write the darn note.” She mumbled. I smiled at her.

I went down to the courthouse, and asked Judge Taylor's permission to give the note to Atticus. I knew he would give it to me. He was the opposite of a hypocrite. He was kind and caring to people of all color. Atticus's face turned pale when I handed them the note, and he told Judge Taylor that his kids were missing.

“I know where they are.” A man said, who I believed was Mr. Underwood. He pointed to the balcony where the colored folks sat. And there the three were, the same place they had been all morning. Atticus told them to come down, and go home with me for supper.

They argued – they wanted to hear the verdict. I didn't want them too at all, I wanted to argue with Atticus to keep them at home. They agreed to come have supper, but they didn't have much of a choice.

“Ashamed.” I repeated as we lived the courthouse. I had many harsh words to say to the children, but I sustained most of them. I could see apprehension in their eyes, but it didn't matter.

“Don't you want to hear about it, Cal?” Was all Jem could say. I found that rather rude, he wasn't listening to a word I was saying. He was even laughing on and off. I knew that he had a pursuit to become a lawyer like his dad, so I guess it was a good thing that he was so excited. It didn't matter, I was exhausted anyways.

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