The silence irked me just as much as the fact that the only place I could communicate with Atticus was during dinner, and the talk was not always consistent, just like today.

Unlike our usual position, I was seated across from him instead of my usual seat beside him, and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out why.

I was mad. I felt humiliated, and I was also irritated. Not just with myself anymore, but with the man seated across from me, who would not utter a word to address what had ...