“Jus’ wanted to feel that girl’s dress—jus’ wanted to pet it like it was a mouse— Well, how the hell did she know you jus’ wanted to feel her dress?
She jerks back and you hold on like it was a mouse. She yells and we got to hide in an irrigation ditch all day with guys lookin’ for us,
and we got to sneak out in the dark and get outta the country. All the time somethin’ like that—all the time.
I wisht I could put you in a cage with about a million mice an’ let you have fun.”
His anger left him suddenly. He looked across the fire at Lennie’s anguished face, and then he looked ashamedly at the flames.
It was quite dark now, but the fire lighted the trunks of the trees and the curving branches overhead.
Lennie crawled slowly and cautiously around the fire until he was close to George. He sat back on his heels.
George turned the bean cans so that another side faced the fire. He pretended to be unaware of Lennie so close beside him.
“George,” very softly. No answer. “George!” “Whatta you want?”
“I was only foolin’, George. I don’t want no ketchup. I wouldn’t eat no ketchup if it was right here beside me.”
“If it was here, you could have some.” “But I wouldn’t eat none, George. I’d leave it all for you.
You could cover your beans with it and I wouldn’t touch none of it.” George still stared morosely at the fire.
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