Calpurnia had just turned the corner around the mostly derelict, ominous Radley House when she heard a faint scream, presumably from Mrs. Dubose's front porch. As queer as a scream was in a neighborhood so quiet as this one, Calpurnia was more alarmed by what sounded like a vial of morphine. Master Atticus had said that Mrs. Dubose was trying to get clean, but that she would have seizures and spasms at times. Calpurnia quickly sprinted to the front door.

"Mrs. Dubose" she said. "Mrs. Dubose, are you there?" Calpurnia wiped the sweat off of her brow and tried to peer in.

"Come over here you n***** scum, I darned near died with that morphine."

Calpurnia tenderly walked over to the bedroom door frame, stopped, only to see a rusty, CSA revolver pointed in her direction.

"Don't you f***ing move, n****r", Mrs. Dubose said. "I want to take my time with you"

"I don't mean no offense ma'am, please let me go home to master Atticus and Jem"

"You mean that n*****-lover?" Mrs. Dubose walked over to Calpurnia and slapped her, hard. Mrs. Dubose took out a half-empty syringe. "Do you want this?" Calpurnia shook her head. "I said, do you want this?" Mrs. Dubose reiterated as she pressed the revolver against Calpurnia's head. The old lady didn't wait for an answer and jabbed the syringe into Calpurnia's arm.

"Now, you'll need to pay for this, somehow" said Mrs. Dubose.

"I'll do anything, just let me go"

"Just the answer I was looking for."