Scout and I had been married for a month now and I swear my life has never felt so satisfying. I didn't think I ever would or would ever want to settle down. I happily did it for her though and I thanked God for not being stupid for once. I think more amazing than my side of the story is hers because she had felt the same way. She didn't listen to her heart once but fate ultimately won and again thank God for it. She would have been absolutely hated herself and her life if she had gone through with marrying Hank.

"I win, you bastard," I would simply say if he were to ever dare cross my path. I still have sweet dreams about punching him in the throat.

Back in the present moment, it was the Saturday before Easter and me and my wife were downtown doing some shopping. Ah, my wife. It's so nice to be able to think and say that. It was a beautiful April day and everyone in town seemed to be in a good mood. Children were running around; laughing and playing and adults smiled while they held hands with there spouses. Scout and I were one of those couples after we made our way out of the five and dime.

"It's a gorgeous day," Scout said with a smile as she breathed in the fresh air.

"Sure is," I agreed.

"Want to go for a little walk before we go back to Atticus'?"

"Sure."

Even with all it's renevations over the past decade or two downtown was still small. The countryside leading into Old Sarum was still only a couple of blocks away. An odd feeling hit me when we venutred more and more out of the city; the more we entered the countryside, the more my spirits began to dim. It was one of those times where nothing was really wrong but you just had a feeling that something wasn't right here. I knew Scout felt it as soon as we came across First Purchase, the negro chuch. She kind of jumped and had an uneasy look on her face.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," she said as she looked down on the ground. "I guess I just got tired is all."

"Why don't we go back to town and go home, then?"

At this stage of the game I was hoping with all my might that she would say yes. Nothing about being here felt right but Scout acted like she didn't want to budge. It seemed like I waited hours before she even picked her head back up. When she did, she looked a little ways yonder at the graveyard, the colored graveyard.

"Not now," she finally said.

"Why?"

"I need to go see something."

"There's nothing here for you to see."

"Yes, there is. You don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

"Well, of course I'll go with you."

"Then just walk with me and don't talk."

"I won't."

She wanted to go to the graveyard. My mouth was shut but my brain wouldn't keep quiet. I kept asking why with each step we took. I licked my lips and drew a breath when I came upon Reverend Sykes' grave. I will never forget Tom Robinson's trial and what a good man he was to us that day. My stomach churned when I saw that Dolphus Raymond's heastone was not far behind Reverend Sykes'. He was another man who was so kind to me that day. I've always took perception with a grain of salt after my meeting with Mr. Raymond. I hope you men are resting in peace.

"Oh my God," Scout shrieked as she fell on her knees and wept.

I ran to her as fast as I could. Her scream shook me to my bones. I never wanted to hear her scream like that again. I get down on my knees and put my hand on her shaky shoulder blade as I look to see who she got so emotional about. One name: Calpurnia. Her birthdate was a question mark. Her death date was March 17th. St. Patrick's Day. Mine and Scout's wedding day.

"The day of our wedding," I muttered. "Son of a bitch."

"She knew," Scout said through her sobs.

"What do you mean she knew? Did someone tell her about it?"

"No," she said as she wiped her eyes and looked at me. "Don't you get it?"

"No."

"She still loved me, Dill. I knew it."

"Sweetheart, I..."

"Dill, after our kiss, did you see the mockingbird in the window?"

"No."

"It was right at the window. I thought I heard it coo and I looked up and there it was looking at me. It cooed again and flew off."

"It could have been your mother."

"Mama wouldn't send me a mockingbird. She wasn't there for the mockingbird years; mockingbirds wouldn't mean anything to her."

"So Cal's a mockingbird?"

"She is," she said as she turned back to the headstone and rubbed Calpurnia's only name. "I love you. I forgive you. Thank you for the mockingbird."

With that, Scout got up off her knees and I did the same. I hugged her tight before we took our walk back downtown. Scout's smile came back and she nuzzled her head on my shoulder as we turned on the main road again.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," she replied.

"Why in the world didn't she get buried with a last name?"

"Because God only made one Calpurnia."

"Makes sense."