October came and went and the weather stayed hot for the most part. On the last day – Halloween there was a pageant at the school. I was unable to attend, in fear there might be some sort of emergency or I'd receive a call. Mostly everyone was at the pageant anyways. It was lonely and the day was ending. I was tired and wanted to sleep, but suddenly my phone started ringing.

“Heck? Heck Tate? It's Atticus Finch.” Atticus's voice seemed full of panic.

“Yes?” I asked. There was a inconvenient fuzzy noise blaring in the phone that died away.

“My children – someone's been after them.”

“Where?”
“Between here in the school. Jem's hurt and I can't leave him. Please go out between here and the school and see if anyones there?” He asked. I didn't think anyone would still be there, but I headed over there as quickly as possible anyways. I guessed there could still be a chance.

After I was on the grass field, I pulled out my flashlight and had grip of my gun. I stopped every once and a while and occasionally looked behind me. The only thing I found was a small pink dress and small strips of fabric. I picked them up and put them in my car. Five minutes later I walked over to the oak tree, the only place I hadn't checked. It was a very large tree. There was no one there. I finished walking around it hastily and found myself tripping over something. I turned around and shone my flashlight on what I expected to be a large root.

Bob Ewell's eyes were rolled back, and some sort of foam was coming out of his mouth. I shone down my light farther and saw a kitchen knife stabbed up into Bob's ribs. I was shocked, taken aback. I'd seen dead bodies before, but this was unexpected. I consented to go tell the Finch's.

I drove over to the Finch's house to tell them the news. They were all visiting Jem so I decided to join them in his room. I stood by the door until Atticus invited me in.

“Did you find anything? I don't see anyone so low to do this but I hope you got him.” Atticus said, locking eyes with me. I glanced around the room, and then I told Atticus he should sit. He sat and got me a seat. He got seats for everyone in the room except this man standing in the corner who I didn't recognize at all.

I told him that I had found a dress- which Scout said was hers. The fabric was also part of her costume. Finally, I told them about how I found Bob Ewell.

“He's got a kitchen knife stuck up under his ribs. He's dead, Mr. Finch.” I said, slowly. I than rose from my seat. I allegedly believed that he fell on it.

“You sure?” Atticus asked, not accepting the news. I told him he was dead and would leave his kids alone. That wasn't what he was worried about though. They wanted to head to the living room, but I thought differently. My assessment I wanted to see Jem while Scout discussed what happened. Alexandra left, thinking she was no use.

Scout told us everything from when they left to the pageant to the fight, and the return home. She said someone helped her – the man in the corner. I looked over at the man, with pale hands and hallow cheeks. He had gray eyes, his hair was thin and he wore khaki pants and a torn shirt.

“Hey, Boo.” Scout said. I blinked, thinking that at a point I'd open my eyes to see him not there. That was Boo Radley, right in front of me. I was amazed.

Atticus already knew who he was. And corrected Scout from calling him Boo. We all moved to the front porch. We talked about how Bob Ewell could have died, and Atticus thought it was Jem acting in self-defense. We argued for a bit and than I told him finally, after becoming exasperated -

“Bob Ewell fell on his knife, that's all.” I said as my final words and left.

The car ride home was slow, I called someone to get the body. I was still in a stage of not accepting that I met Arthur, how I longed to have seen him. It was a impressive memory – but I didn't know if I'd even tell anyone, or wear it like a trophy. I wondered why he didn't say a word. And finally - I knew I'd probably never see him again.