Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's Your Entailment Gettin'

You Can Choose Your Friends, But You Sho' Can't Choose Your Family.

She Seemed Glad To See Me When I Appeared In The Kitchen, And By Watching Her I Began To Think There Was Some Skill Involved In Being A Girl.

I Suppose She Chose Me Because She Knew My Name; As I Read The Alphabet A Faint Line Appeared Between Her Eyebrows, And After Making Me Read Most Of My First Reader And The Stock-market Quotations From The Mobile Register Aloud, She Discovered That I Was Literate And Looked At Me With More Than Faint Distaste. Miss Caroline Told Me To Tell My Father Not To Teach Me Any More, It Would Interfere With My Reading.

Before Jem Looks At Anyone Else He Looks At Me, And I’ve Tried To Live So I Can Look Squarely Back At Him.

When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.