Please note that Charles and Jen are really Dill and Scout. And that I can now finally upload stuff to FanFiction! Go me!

Now… here it is my project for English!

Unfortunately there is no FIRE!!

Sorry that was my Pyro-leprechaun. He is always in my authors notes.

Charles took hold of Jean's hand as they headed out the door. She was now over eight months pregnant, with their first child.

It had been almost fifteen years since the Tom Robinson case had disturbed the quiet tranquility of Maycomb. Nothing of that magnitude had intruded upon Maycomb since. The Depression had ended, World War II had come and gone, and now two of the most prominent members of the Maycomb community were going for a stroll.

"I can't believe I'm going to be a father, can you?" Jean stared at her husband. He has changed a lot over the years; he was not as carefree as he used to be, she thought to herself. He just hasn't been the same since…

"Jean?"

"Yes?"

"You were a thousand miles away honey."

"Oh… sorry about that, what were you saying?"

"I asked if you could believe I am going to be a father because I sure can't."



"Charles dearest, I've believed it ever since I discovered I've gained twenty pounds," she responded with a slight smirk. "So how have you been doing on the Crawford case? Are you going to charge them with assault? Or just breaking and entering?"

"Well if we get a judge who knows Stephanie Crawford, just breaking and entering." Charles stated.

"You're right, everyone that's ever known Stephanie has wanted to assault her in one way or another," Jean responded with a mischievous glance.

"Look at us! It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and you want to talk about work!" said Charles with sudden realization.

"Well I've had nothing to do!" Jean responded defensively. "Cal's been fawning over me! Treating me like I were made a glass er somethin'. I try to tell her that she doesn't work for us anymore, but she insists, says 'your mother, God rest her soul, hired me ta watch after you and Mister Jem. Well, now I'm a gonna watch after the birthin' of your chil'n.'"

"Come on Jean, you know Cal; she's set in her ways and she'll watch out for this family till the day the good Lord drags her away."

"I still wish I could get this thing out of me sooner though," Jean said motioning to her stomach. "Not even born and it's driving me crazy!"

"Don't worry; you'll come to love… him or her." Unbeknownst to the couple, Jean's sister-in-law had been walking behind them for the past couple of minutes.

"I know." Jean replied with a sigh.



"Hey, if anyone would know it would be you, Mayella," Charles interrupted.

"True, so what are we doing on this fine day?"

"Trying to walk Jean here into labor, want to join?" Charles asked.

"Sure, I've got nothing better to do; Hector is at Arthur's so I have the afternoon to myself."

"Why don't you reassure Jean here with your child's story?"

"Sure, that sounds like a wonderful idea… now do I start at the middle or the beginning?"

"Well, Scout," Charles answered, making a reference to her child hood nickname, "was only about nine or so, so you should probably start from the beginning."

As Mayella started to recount her tale, the trio entered Maycomb Park.

"Well we all know about the trial… as I remember the two of you and my husband were there, in the Negro section…"

"I'm going to say this," Mayella shouted at Atticus, "that nigger over yonder he raped me! He beat me! And that's what happened! And if you well-educated men here let him get away with it, you're worse than he is!" As she said this, anger turned into white-hot rage. The entire courthouse was in shock. Everyone in the courthouse was speechless, except for one Atticus Finch, Attorney-at-law.

"So you're saying Tom here took advantage of you?"



"No! He raped me!"

"So… he raped you, beat you, and ran… is that right?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

There was a brief moment of silence, followed by a not-so-angry yes. She seemed to be faltering; like she was having some kind of moral battle.

"Miss Ewell, do you believe in God?"

"Yes." Mayella answered with a questioning look.

"Are you aware that it's a sin to lie?"

"Yes."

"Are you lying now?"
"Yes… I mean no!" A murmur spread across the courtroom like kudzu.

"Yes or no," Atticus asked with a slight smirk on his face.

"Yes!"

"Positively sure?"

"No," she shouted.

"No," Atticus asked with raised eyebrows.



"Yes, no! I was not raped by Tom Robinson, that fine specimen of a man." She said with a wistful look.

"Please explain."

"I was raped and beaten, but not by Tom!"

"Then by whom?" Atticus asked almost eagerly.

Mayella stole a glance at Mr.Ewell. "It was… my… my… it was my…" her last word was inaudibly.

"What was that? I didn't catch it."

"Pa! I said it was Pa that raped me!" After her momentary outburst, she started to chuckle. "You want to know somethin' else Mister Finch?" At this point she started to laugh. "I'm pregnant!"

Scout was for the final time forced to wonder were all the babies in the courthouse had gone.

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