“George - why ain’t we goin’ on to the ranch and get some supper? They got supper at the ranch.”
George rolled on his side. “No reason at all for you. I like it here.”
“Tomorra we’re gonna go to work. I seen thrashin’ machines on the way down.”
“That means we’ll be bucking grain bags, bustin’ a gut. Tonight I’m gonna lay right here and look up. I like it.”
Lennie got up on his knees and looked down at George. “Ain’t we gonna have no supper?”
“Sure we are, if you gather up some dead willow sticks, I got three cans of beans in my bindle.”
“You get a fire ready. I’ll give you a match when you get the sticks together. Then we’ll heat the beans and have supper.”
Lennie said, “I like beans with ketchup.” “Well, we ain’t got no ketchup.”
“You go get wood. An’ don’t you fool around. It’ll be dark before long.”
Lennie lumbered to his feet and disappeared in the brush. George lay where he was and whistled softly to himself.
There were sounds of splashings down the river in the direction Lennie had taken.
George stopped whistling and listened. “Poor bastard,” he said softly, and then went on whistling again.
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