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’.

TKAM Journal 3: Atticus POV

I woke up the kids, trying not to show any alarm at what was happening. I could see it in scouts eyes that she wanted to know what was going on, but I evasively looked away. I knew that she had figured it out when there was that look of simple awe and freight on her face. We walked outside where they finally saw the blaze of the fire. It was climbing atop the first floor onto the second. I entrusted Scout to Jem and told them to wait by the Radley yard where they would be safe from the fire.
All of the men who weren’t helping the firefighters went to help get Miss Maudies things from her house. While most of them were wasting time with the beds and dressers I went straight for what I knew she would need most, her rocking chair, the object the she loves and uses the most. As I carried it out all were mostly done with her furniture, all but Mr. Avery. As I yelled back for him to hurry it up I ran out of the door and set down the rocker. As I looked back up to the house I saw that Mr. Avery was stuck trying to climb out of the window and when he got out I couldn’t help but sigh. I looked adjacent house to see two police men debating near Ms.Muadie. I walked over to her and was about to talk but the perplexity on her face hid all her emotions from me. Even though we didn’t talk I knew that I was helping her by just being there. As she sat in silence watching her only place to go burn down, I saw one tear slide down her cheek before she quickly brushed it away.