Chapter 9 The Petty War

• The next morning, the sun beat down brightly on the estate garden. The grass smelled fresh and damp from the sprinklers. Atticus sat at an outdoor patio table, reading the morning paper while a butler poured fresh tea into a china cup.
• ​The side gate slammed open. Solomon marched across the stone patio, his jacket wrinkled, his shoes covered in mud, and his shirt still stained with dry champagne.
• ​"I challenge you!" Solomon shouted, pointing a finger at his father. "I challenge you to a duel!"