Lennie said, “Well, I ain't supposed to talk to you or nothing.”
“I get lonely,” she said. “You can talk to people, but I can't talk to nobody but Curley.
Else he gets mad. How'd you like not to talk to anybody?”
Lennie said, “Well, I ain't supposed to. George's scared I'll get in trouble.”
She changed the subject. “What you got covered up there?” Then all of Lennie's woe came back on him.
“Jus' my pup,” he said sadly. “Jus' my little pup.” And he swept the hay from on top of it.
“Why, he's dead,” she cried. “He was so little,” said Lennie.
“I was jus' playin' with him... an' he made like he's gonna bite me... an' I made like I was gonna smack him... an'... an' I done it. An' then he was dead.”
She consoled him. “Don't you worry none. He was jus' a mutt. You can get another one easy. The whole country is fulla mutts.”
“It ain't that so much,” Lennie explained miserably. “George ain't gonna let me tend no rabbits now.”
“Why don't he?” “Well, he said if I done any more bad things he ain't gonna let me tend the rabbits.”
She moved closer to him and she spoke soothingly. “Don't you worry about talkin' to me.
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