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[eliot]

It has been seventy years since I had got my arm badly broken at the elbow, although it wasn’t the last time. When I played for the Giants I’d gotten it broken five more times, two on the right, and three on the left, the difference is I was awake to feel those break. I’d originally went to school to study law at Harvard, but we couldn’t afford that so I was satisfied with Princeton through a football scholarship. I then got drafted to the Giants.
I had married my wife, Allison Cliff four years after high school, and we had two kids together, Jean-Louise and Barker Finch. She passed away five years ago, right around the time Scout did. Though strangely it didn’t feel that long ago — as I get older time seems to culminate together, and events that happened a year ago feel yesterday.
My sister ended up marrying Dill, and never went to college. As she got older she turned to writing to fill her time, and eventually published a book about our adventures as children and something about a mockingbird, though I can’t remember exactly; I never read it — she won a Pulitzer I think. They had three boys and a daughter, Tom, Henry, Balwry, and Francis.
What can I say about Dill? He never did settle down, his ambition earned him long business trips to China and London. He brought back souvenirs for the children, Scout told me. He was the owner of a business called Procter and Gamble; he was a big shot and the business still thrives to this day. Dill was probably the only person to outlive us all, though at the end of my life I didn’t know much that was going on, I had the corrosive disease of dementia.
I’m sure you’re wondering about Boo Radley, and I’m afraid I can’t tell you much. His existence was, well, just an existence. If he had never saved our lives, he may as well been a figment of the world’s imagination. I don’t know when he died, if he’s still alive, or what he made of his life. However I do remember my sister telling me that Arthur had passed and she thought she heard crying from the house whenever she went to visit Atticus.
Atticus remarried to a woman named Gail Howards. He continued his work as a lawyer in Maycomb until he finally gave in to Scout and me. Retiring at 64 years of age, he spent most of his time doing what he loved best: reading. The sight in his one good eye slowly dwindled until it became so hard for him to read on his own that he was forced to accept an offer Scout made him, her daughter Francis walked to her grandfather's house every day after school and read to him from then on, just as I had done for a grumpy old lady so long ago. The main difference was that Francis loved to be with her grandfather, and enjoys reading almost as much as he did.
And me? In the spring of 1945, both me and Dill were drafted into the army and were shipped overseas to fight in the Second World War. Dill was sent home soon after because of a bullet he took in his arm; but he healed eventually. I made it home in the fall, just in time to see my first child’s birth, and if I knew if I could teach him one thing, it would be to not kill a mockingbird.


This is an epilogue for To Kill a Mockingbird where I am portraying Jem looking back at what happened to the people around him. Do you like it? Is there anything I could change?

[jerard]

But.... To Kill a Mockinbird wasn't written by Scout. It was written by Harper Lee . . . Scout just narrated the story.