It wasn't long after the incident that Jem was back to normal. His arm never fully healed and he would never let me forget it. Macomb was stunned by Mr. Ewell's death but figured it for the better, and never really mentioned it again. Jem and I were aloud to see Boo once a week, which was more then we had ever hoped for. It was like every kid's dream, of seeing Bigfoot, come true. Although we didn't have to imagine Boo any more we still managed to have fun.
"Jem, you rotten little weasel, you get back here."
"NO, you hit my elbow, so now you have to pay." Jem yelled
He was running around t…
