“I ain't seen that much of her,” said George. Whit laid down his cards impressively.
“Well, stick around an' keep your eyes open. You'll see plenty.”
“She ain't concealin' nothing. I never seen nobody like her.”
“She got the eye goin' all the time on everybody. I bet she even gives the stable buck the eye.”
“I don't know what the hell she wants.” George asked casually, “Been any trouble since she got here?”
It was obvious that Whit was not interested in his cards. He laid his hand down and George scooped it in.
George laid out his deliberate solitaire hands, seven cards, and six on top, and five on top of those.
Whit said, “I see what you mean. No, they ain't been nothing yet.
Curley's got yella-jackets in his drawers, but that's all so far. Ever' time the guys is around she shows up.
She's lookin' for Curley, or she thought she lef' somethin' layin' around and she's lookin' for it.”
“Seems like she can't keep away from guys. An' Curley's pants is just crawlin' with ants, but they ain't nothing come of it yet.”
George said, “She's gonna make a mess. They's gonna be a bad mess about her.
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