TKAM Journal 4: Mrs.Dubose POV

So he would come and read to me, bringing that little girl who I was to stubborn to admit was just as pretty as her mother. He would sit on a chair next to my bed and read to me until the pain was too much, until his words were inaudible. Then I would lay there until Jessie would wake me up. My world was a plain place but it be better than the fog that those drugs put me into. Then he would come again and read to me, even though he contradicted me and made mistakes, I’ll admit he must be a lot more educated than his contemporaries. One day the alarm clock that was keeping me going stopped ringing; it was then that I knew the great peril of addiction was over. Also it showed that my time was coming up fast. When ever they would come over I tried to look inconspicuous of my coming time. I knew that if I showed any kinda sign that it was coming that they would start being nicer and showing sympathy but I didn’t need that right now. I wanted to remain my self to the last minute. No matter what in the end I would be the same cantankerous lady I was in the beginnin’.