Says right here on the slip that you was to be here for work this morning.” George looked down at his feet.
Bus driver give us a bum steer,” he said. “We hadda walk ten miles. Says we was here when we wasn’t. We couldn’t get no rides in the morning.
The boss squinted his eyes. “Well, I had to send out the grain teams short two buckers. Won’t do any good to go out now till after dinner.”
He pulled his time book out of his pocket and opened it where a pencil was stuck between the leaves.
George scowled meaningfully at Lennie, and Lennie nodded to show that he understood. The boss licked his pencil.
“What’s your name?” “George Milton.” “And what’s yours?” George said, “His name’s Lennie Small.”
The names were entered in the book. “Le’s see, this is the twentieth, noon the twentieth.” He closed the book.
“Where you boys been working?” “Up around Weed,” said George. “You, too?” to Lennie. “Yeah, him too,” said George.
The boss pointed a playful finger at Lennie. “He ain’t much of a talker, is he?”
“No, he ain’t, but he’s sure a hell of a good worker. Strong as a bull.”
Lennie smiled to himself. “Strong as a bull,” he repeated. George scowled at him, and Lennie dropped his head in shame at having forgotten.
The boss said suddenly, “Listen, Small!” Lennie raised his head. “What can you do?”
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