Boo Radley got to his feet. He made uncertain moves. I could tell he was nervous. I took him to see Jem one last time. He leaned forward and an look of curiousity was on his face, as though he had never seen a boy before. His hand came down lightly on Jem’s hair.
“Will you take me home?” he whispered. I took his arm so that it looked like he was walking me like a lady down the walk. When we got to his door, he gently let go of my hand, opened the door, and went inside. I never saw him again.
I turned around on his front porch and looked at the neighborhood from Boo’s view. I thought about all of the things he might have seen: Dill, Jem, and I getting yelled at for playing near his yard: the night of the fire: Atticus shooting the dog. He had been with us through all of it. Atticus said you never really knew a man until you stand in his shoes. He was right.
As I walked home I thought about all that Jem and I had learned. There wasn’t much left, except maybe algebra.
