Atticus didn’t say anything and just walked ahead. Huh, Micah thought there would be some big argument that went along the lines of: ‘You are wolves, and how do I know you won’t plan something and murder me? You two walk ahead.’
But no. Alexander held Micah’s hand the entire walk back to the van. The one time he tried to let go, Alexander tightened his grip; the warmth was overbearing, but he held onto it, allowing it.
“There you are!” Jem yelled as the trio came into sight. He ran over, hugging Alexander and Micah. “We thought something had happened to you. I was f*****g terrified. Couldn’t you leave a f*****g note? And who the hell is this?”
Alexander patted his brother on the back until he finally let go, and pointed to Atticus. “A priest.”
“He doesn’t look very priestly,” Rosalyn s
