I didn’t have the itch to get back, so after the war I stayed away for ten years, but the longer I stayed away the more I missed Maycomb. I got to the point where I felt like I had to come back or die. You never get it out of your bones.” “Mr. Fred, Maycomb’s just like any other little town. You take a cross-section—” “It’s not, Jean Louise. You know that.” “You’re right,” she nodded. It was not because this was where your life began. It was because this was where people were born and born and born until finally the result was you, drinking a Coke in the Jitney Jungle.
