Her face was made up and the little sausage curls were all in place.
She was quite near to him before Lennie looked up and saw her. In a panic he shoveled hay over the puppy with his fingers.
He looked sullenly up at her. She said, “What you got there, sonny boy?”
Lennie glared at her. “George says I ain't to have nothing to do with you—talk to you or nothing.”
She laughed. “George giving you orders about everything?” Lennie looked down at the hay.
“Says I can't tend no rabbits if I talk to you or anything.”
She said quietly, “He's scared Curley'll get mad. Well, Curley got his arm in a sling—
an' if Curley gets tough, you can break his other hand. You didn't put nothing over on me about gettin' it caught in no machine.”
But Lennie was not to be drawn. “No, sir. I ain't gonna talk to you or nothing.”
She knelt in the hay beside him. “Listen,” she said. “All the guys got a horseshoe tournament goin' on.
It's on'y about four o'clock. None of them guys is goin' to leave that tournament.
Why can't I talk to you? I never get to talk to nobody. I get awful lonely.”
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