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I Was A First-time Writer, So I Did As I Was Told. I Hadn't Realized It (the Original Book) Had Survived, So Was Surprised And Delighted When My Dear Friend And Lawyer Tonja Carter Discovered It. After Much Thought And Hesitation, I Shared It With A Handful Of People I Trust And Was Pleased To Hear That They Considered It Worthy Of Publication. I Am Humbled And Amazed That This Will Now Be Published After All These Years.

Jem Gave A Reasonable Description Of Boo: Boo Was About Six-and-a-half Feet Tall, Judging From His Tracks; He Dined On Raw Squirrels And Any Cats He Could Catch, That's Why His Hands Were Bloodstained - If You Ate Animal Raw, You Could Never Wash The Blood Off. There Was A Long Jagged Scar That Ran Across His Face; What Teeth He Had Were Yellow And Rotten; His Eyes Popped, And He Drooled Most Of The Time.

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.

Serving On A Jury Forces A Man To Make Up His Mind And Declare Himself About Something. Men Don't Like To Do That. Sometimes It's Unpleasant.

My Objectives Are Very Limited. I Want To Do The Best I Can With The Talent God Gave Me. I Hope To Goodness That Every Novel I Do Gets Better And Better, Not Worse And Worse.