Listen to the guys yell out there. They got four dollars bet in that tournament. None of them ain't gonna leave till it's over.”
“If George sees me talkin' to you he'll give me hell,” Lennie said cautiously. “He tol' me so.”
Her face grew angry. “Wha's the matter with me?” she cried. “Ain't I got a right to talk to nobody?
Whatta they think I am, anyways? You're a nice guy. I don't know why I can't talk to you. I ain't doin' no harm to you.”
“Well, George says you'll get us in a mess.” “Aw, nuts!” she said.
“What kinda harm am I doin' to you? Seems like they ain't none of them cares how I gotta live.
I tell you I ain't used to livin' like this. I coulda made somethin' of myself.”
She said darkly, “Maybe I will yet.” And then her words tumbled out in a passion of communication,
as though she hurried before her listener could be taken away.
“I lived right in Salinas,” she said. “Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come through, an' I met one of the actors.
He says I could go with that show. But my ol' lady wouldn't let me. She says because I was on'y fifteen.
But the guy says I coulda. If I'd went, I wouldn't be livin' like this, you bet.
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