" There was nowhere to go, but I turned to go and met Atticus's vest front. I buried my head in it and listened to the small internal noises that went on behind the light blue cloth: his watch ticking, the faint crackle of his starched shirt, the soft sound of his breathing.

'Your stomach's growling,' I said.

'I know it,' he said. "

― Harper Lee , To Kill a Mockingbird