After super Calpurnia pulled me into the kitchen, glaring at me. “Am I in trouble?” I asked worriedly looking up at Calpurnia. She nodded. “After all I’ve done to educate you, Scout; you go and pick a fight with Walter Cunningham. And you had the audacity to do it in front of the entire school.” Her brows knotted even more. “Scout, I thought I’d taught you chillen better than that.” I looked down at my shoes and mumbled an apology. “And speak up like a lady. Before you were a little girl, you could frolic and play with the boys, but now you’re growin’ up.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. “And don’t you go tellin’ me there ain’t no problem. You’ll be a young lady soon, and you’ll need to find a good fella so you can settle down and raise a family. You don’t want to end up like poor Mrs Brantley over on Sessile Street, do you?” …show more content…
Mrs Brantley was a young and quite pretty woman who, for one reason or another, married a man who was possibly Maycomb’s meanest gent. She spent most of her days in the house with the curtains drawn, but when she came to church she was always bundled up tight, scarves and everything, even in the middle of summer. When her scarf fell low, you could see dark smudges on her skin. I once asked Atticus if she was sick, and he just looked at me for a moment, and then said, “No, Scout. But old Mr Calsbury doesn’t treat her too well.” I immediately suggested that we should help her escape, but he gave me another long look. Atticus told me we shouldn’t drag her from her prison cell into the shark-infested ocean, not when she hadn’t learnt to swim. I didn’t know what swimming had to do with it, but that was the end of the