This is the last straw, Atticus. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get through this. First the trial, then the threats, now this. What's going to happen next?

I never liked you defending that Negro, Tom Robinson. Everyone would have been better off if you hadn't. Instead, you and your morals had to help. You had to stir up this quiet, old town that otherwise wouldn't have cared. You never were one to do what everyone else wanted, though, were you Atticus?

You lost, just like you expected you would, but the trial still seems to go on. And it's not going to end with the death of Tom Robinson. It's going to continue on until Mr. Ewell learns to let go. Most of the town has moved on already, but his kind never do. They have an awful streak in that family, and part of that is stubbornness.

I think, that when this all comes crashing down, that it will affect the children more than you. That horrible man might threaten you, but he's too cowardly to fight someone he's knows that is in some way stronger than him, if not physically, then morally. Hurting the children will hurt you more than physical pain ever will.

I'm also not sure if I will be any help if that happens. It's hard enough as it is. The stress of keeping this family together is slowly getting to me. But I'm going to go back to that sitting room and serve those ladies, as if nothing is wrong. I'll do this, because if I don't, no one else will. Just like you're a gentleman at all times, so should I be a lady.