Scout stayed up late and slept even later. Lux tried to pretend that her Aunt's unusual sleeping patterns weren't affecting her, but she found herself dozing off at her desk at work more than once since Scout's arrival. It's not as if her Aunt needed constant attention. Rather, Lux would work from eight in the morning until seven, and once she got home she'd prepare a quick dinner for the two of them (or, more often than not, order takeout), and the two of them would settle at her old table. Lux would hunch over her typewriter, feverishly typing what her Aunt said word for word until at least two in the morning. On the weekends, the two of them sat at the table nearly all day in the same position. Lux's eyes were constantly tired and her wrists were beginning to ache. However, she'd never let Scout know, she wanted to absorb all of the information she could.

It had been several weeks since Lux received the phone call that her mysterious Aunt was ready to be picked up from the asylum. She had yet to tell her mother, and had actually been avoiding her out of fear of accidentally letting the existence of her new roommate slip.

Afton was furious with her. Since Scout arrived, Lux hardly made time for him anymore. On occasion, when Scout and Lux needed a break on a Saturday night, Lux would grab a quick dinner with Afton but would not invite him back to her place. It was obvious that his patience was wearing thin.

"I hardly have time with you as it is," he told her once over dinner. She had been distracted that night – she needed more paper and ink for the typewriter and the supply store was about to close. "Are you even listening?"

She quickly assured him that she was listening, and that she was just trying to get to know a side of her family that she didn't know, and he gave her the cold shoulder for the rest of their meal. She couldn't help but to feel stung by that. Her miserable feeling followed her as she walked home from the supply store, her arms full of ink and paper and other supplies. The moment she walked in, Scout knew that something was bothering her.

"Married folk are awful," Scout said as Lux organized the pages she had already written and set up the typewriter for their next session. "I was the other woman before, you know."

Lux nearly dropped what was in her hand. "What?" She asked, finding herself surprised.

Scout pointed at the typewriter. "You'll have to wait until we get there. We've got a ways to go."

They were at year seven of Scout's life. They had just finished talking about Scout's first year of school, a year that was absolutely miserable, and the beginning of the Tom Robinson trial. After hearing extensive background of Simon Finch, a fur trader who escaped religious persecution in England and settled in what would become Maycomb, Alabama ("I always found this shit borin', but if I'm puttin' my life in writin', I might as well put this information down – Aunty would roll in her grave if I didn't"), Lux heard about the beginnings of her grandfather, Atticus, and his siblings. After what seemed like forever, Scout had discussed the birth of Jem and her. The description of her childhood went fairly quickly – her and Jem were taken care of by a woman named Calpurnia after their mother died when Scout was born, and the two of them spent most of their time reading and (according to the people of Maycomb) causing trouble for their poor widowed father.

One of Lux's favorite stories included a tale Scout told of some trouble she, Jem, and a childhood friend called Dill got into when a traveling preacher was in town. It involved Lux's father pretending to be said preacher and Dill using bedsheets to dress as the "Holy Ghost." Lux had to pause from her typing for a good five minutes until she could stop herself from laughing. Her other favorite stories involved speculation about a mysterious neighbor, one called Boo Radley by the children, a mysterious recluse who never left his home and was rumored to be nefarious.

"You'll find out more about him later," Scout told her when she first brought him up. After a while, Lux stopped getting frustrated by that phrase, which her Aunt said multiple times a night.

In Scout's narrative, it was summer again. The torture of school was over, and Dill was back after spending the year in Mississippi. Lux could tell that this was a happy time for her Aunt, whose eyes seemed to gleam with enjoyment as she spoke.

The night before, Scout had told Lux about the time she had found gum in a hole of a tree in the Radley yard. Scout recalled that she remembered shoving the gum in her mouth with pure delight, only to be forced to spit it out by Jem, who was convinced that it was poison. "I never wanted to tell him anything again," Scout admitted. "It was damn fine gum." That opinion changed, however, when the two of them found old Indian pennies in the same tree hole on the last day of school, and Jem allowed them to keep the items.

"We loved playin' pretend," Scout said, chuckling to herself as she light her third cigarette for the night. Lux wasn't looking at her Aunt (instead, she was typing with both hands and trying to balance her own cigarette in her lips as she typed), but she could tell Scout was smiling. She always smiled when she talked about her time with Jem and Dill. "One day, we got ahold of this ol' tire and spent the whole day rollin' around in it. "Well, Jem got pissed at me for somethin', he was always pissed at me, and he rolled me so hard with the intention of killin' me." Scout explained. "I thought he damn near succeeded when he rolled me straight into the yard of the Radley's. I never ran away from somethin' so quickly in my life."

"Then what happened?" Lux asked, her cigarette nearly falling out of her mouth. "Did he come out?"

"Oh hell no, kid." Scout exclaimed. "We made up a new game."

She proceeded to tell Lux about the game of the Radleys – a game that the three children developed and played out throughout the entire summer. Scout said for most of that summer she was bitter, because she was relegated to simply playing Mrs. Radley, who was always mending the kitchen or doing something ladylike and ended up being screaming and hysterical by the end of the game. "I wanted to be Boo so badly," she admitted.

"Did you ever get to play as him?" Lux asked.

Scout shrugged. "Once or twice, maybe," she said. "We stopped playin' after a while. Atticus heard the ruckus and came out and asked if we were makin' fun of the Radley's. Jem, of course, lied. But we couldn't help but to think that we couldn't play it anymore."

"What was Atticus like?" Lux asked. Scout had given her a physical description of Atticus, and mentioned how shitty his hearing was and how he was nearly deaf in one eye, but only gave snippets about his personality. Lux was fond of a story Scout told about her and Jem getting toy guns one Christmas. Atticus had told them that they could shoot all of the blue jays they wanted, but not to shoot a mockingbird, because all mockingbirds did was make music for people to enjoy. Scout, who mentioned that she hung on those words throughout her childhood, said this nonchalantly – Lux, however, was moved more than she thought she'd be.

"He was good," Scout said. "I worshipped him as a little girl. He taught me to read, he protected us. As I grew older, I thought he was a right ol' pain in the ass, but I loved him all the same. I beat up many a kid defendin' Atticus."

Lux remembered a story where a bunch of boys made fun of Scout her first year of school because of Atticus' choice to defend an African American man from rape charges, and Scout couldn't help but to beat the shit out of them. The teasing Jem and Scout faced from children was relentless. While Jem was seemingly able to mind his own, Scout couldn't help but to give in to her impulses.

"What do you mean he was a pain in the ass?"

"Girl, you are just as impatient as your father!" Scout exclaimed. "We aren't there yet. We're talkin' about summer and Boo Radley."

Lux rolled her eyes. "Go on, then." She said, as Scout continued her story.