“Welcome to Jefferson, Tobe,” Mr. Grierson said. I was going to work for him and his daughter, Miss Emily Grierson, to be their servant. The first few years have been great. When Miss Emily turned fifteen, something changed. Many interested boys would come around to visit her, and Mr. Grierson did not like it. “Go get my horse whip now!” he shouted. “Yes sir,” I replied. It was a long brown stick of leather used to scare away Miss Emily’s boyfriend. Get started from here! No more seeing my daughter!” he yelled. Miss Emily didn’t even move, she knew she couldn’t stop him. I could see the look of shame on her face. I truly felt bad for her. Every night I comfort her. “Miss Emily, you know he’s just trying to protect you, he doesn’t mean to hurt you,” I …show more content…
She would just sit there looking into the blank space on the wall. Approximately ten years later, Mr. Grierson passed away. He was as mean as a snake in his later years. I wouldn’t miss him at all. Miss Emily was in denial for the first few days, but after that she came to realize it was better if she just accepted the fact that her father was indeed dead. Later, she met Homer Barron. He was a yankee that wasn’t exactly marriage material for Emily. He was a guy that would rather spend his time with men than women. Homer spent lots of his time with Emily. I was afraid he was taking advantage of her. All of the townspeople thought the same thing. Miss Emily would carry her head high and wouldn’t think anything of what other people thought. She just wanted love, that's all. A few years after this, she decided she was tired of him. She told me she planned to kill him. I really didn’t care, I was perfectly fine with this plan. Miss Emily went to the drug store to buy the poison for her plan. “I bought this today,” Emily boasted. It is a clear bottle with a white label. It had a black skull with two bones crossed on it. “Miss Emily, is this arsenic?” I asked. “Yes, Tobe,” she