Just come to look at my puppy. And I seen your light,” he explained.
Well, I got a right to have a light. You go on get outta my room. I ain’t wanted in the bunk house, and you ain’t wanted in my room.”
Why ain’t you wanted?” Lennie asked. “’Cause I’m black. They play cards in there, but I can’t play because I’m black.”
They say I stink. Well, I tell you, you all of you stink to me.” Lennie flapped his big hands helplessly.
Ever’body went into town,” he said. “Slim an’ George an’ ever’body. George says I gotta stay here an’ not get in no trouble. I seen your light.”
Well, what do you want?” “Nothing—I seen your light. I thought I could jus’ come in an’ set.”
Crooks stared at Lennie, and he reached behind him and took down the spectacles and adjusted them over his pink ears and stared again.
I don’t know what you’re doin’ in the barn anyway,” he complained. “You ain’t no skinner.”
They’s no call for a bucker to come into the barn at all. You ain’t no skinner. You ain’t got nothing to do with the horses.
“The pup,” Lennie repeated. “I come to see my pup.” “Well, go see your pup, then. Don’t come in a place where you’re not wanted.”
Lennie lost his smile. He advanced a step into the room, then remembered and backed to the door again.
“I looked at ’em a little. Slim says I ain’t to pet ’em very much.”
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