TKAM Chapter 32

The next morning I woke up and went to visit Jem, but he was still heavly sedated. While I looked at him eagerly to see a hint of consiousness Atticus spoke up from the chair where he had been all night long, "Most likely he won't be up for a while Scout. To keep busy you can think of someway to thank Mr. Arthur Radley." So I went off. I thought of all the things Boo did for us without us knowing we appreciated him. He always had looked out for us. I could never began to think of how good of a neighbor he was to us and now i've been placed with the burden to thank him. This could be a long day.

I put Jem to the back of my mind and started to think about what a guy like Boo would like. Hmm could he like candy? He might, but I could never be sure, for some strange reason, some adults don't like it. Then I realized I should probably save some for Jem, for when he's healing, so i exed that idea out. Aunt Alexandria walked into the room and sat near me on the floor, "How are you handling Scout?" she asked.
"Fine," I quickly stated focusing to much on thinking."I need to find a way to thank Boo for being there for us, for saving us."
"Hmm, that is tough thing to do you have there." She stated, like I didn't already know that. Really, what could I get him, or maybe do for him.

My head started to hurt but not in a bad way, just out of frustration. I was trying to focus but Aunt Alexandria was annoying me, just sitting there looking worried. I think she finally got the hint and noticed how serious I was about my job so she left me with nothing but a good luck wish. After a couple more minutes of thinking, frustration, and focus, I finally came up with the perfect idea. I would write him a letter. A letter to thank him for the many times he's been there for both Jem and me. Let him know that we appreciate all that he's done for us and that he would be our friends. As I was writing I made sure to include to thank him for things like the delightful little presents in the tree, or during the fire for helping me keep warm, and then when he saved us. I certainly added alot of praise on him for that. Also, I let him know that as his neighbor I would help him with anything he needed. Right after I wrote the letter I ran to his house and dropped it off at the front door with excitement then ran back home.

A week past and I had heard nothing from Boo. Jem had gotten better but still not fully recovered. Things had gone back to normal and sadly that ment that Boo was still the misturious guy in his house. I was a little bit hurt that Boo never responded, untill one evening I went out to the porch and found a little letter. It was from Boo.
It stated, "Thank you, very much little Scout. Jem, you, and I can always be friends.-Arthur Radley"
I looked at it, and over again realizing the simplicity and the meaning. I was felt greatly accomplished and showed it by telling everyone, including writing a letter to Dill. Thinking back to my summer of wondering about Boo and now I know about him. What could I possibly do next summer to compare?