It wasn't long after the incident that Jem was back to normal. His arm never fully healed and he would never let me forget it. Macomb was stunned by Mr. Ewell's death but figured it for the better, and never really mentioned it again. Jem and I were aloud to see Boo once a week, which was more then we had ever hoped for. It was like every kid's dream, of seeing Bigfoot, come true. …showed first 75 words of 687 total…

…showed last 75 words of 687 total…last saw him, I could tell in his eyes, he knew who I was, it was a good feeling too. Uncle Jack had always been there for me, through think and thin, and I was happy that I could be there for him when he needed the most help. Even thought he wasn't as much fun as he used to be, I could tell he still loved me all the same. Then I woke up.