This is just a change of format to make it easier to read.
I wrote this several years ago for an English project for John Stienbeck's
Of Mice And Men this is a additional chapter that takes place at the end of
the book thus the tittle. I like it I hope you do to and remember I own
none of the characters. (Vulgar language)
Chapter 7
George lay solemnly on his bunk. The cool wind that seeped through the
cracks of the old bunk house offered no comfort. God damit George how could
you do it, how. Lennie wernt no dog, he thought quietly to himself.
Suddenly the door swung open, with a force that shook the room. Curley
stood glaring around the room his face pail and ashen.
"Get up,"Curley motioned to George."Hey, did you hear me, are you god damn
deaf, get up."
"Leave em' alone he aint done nothin' to you Curley." Slim stepped forward,
Curley turned and the bunkhouse fell quiet. He grabbed George by the shirt
and pulled him up. George offered no resistance. "My old man wants to talk
to you." Curley released his shirt. Curley led him outside the farm house,
and stopped. "what do you want?" asked George.
"What do I want, what do I god damn want, I'll tell ya what I want,
I want my wife!"Curley's face grew red.
"Tell me George you ever been married?"He looked George in the eyes.
"no sir I cant say that I have, been damn close though." His eyes sank to
the ground.
"You shot that bastard so I wouldn't get at em' didn't ya?" said Curley.
"Yes, sir Ii did" responded George quietly. "George, come on in side,
I got somtin' I wanna show you." Curley took George around the shoulder and
guided him inside.
The two of them stepped inside the old farm house to the sweet smell of
fresh baked bread, and the aroma of cinnamon, floated from the scented
candles curley's wife had made when she became overly bored."Smells nice
don't it?" asked Curley. George merely nodded his head in reply. The feel
of a woman's touch permeated the room. They proceeded down a long hallway,
stopping about halfway down. Curley opened the door, and released his grip
on George. The room was lace from top to bottom. Pinkish blues highlighted
the walls, and ceiling. Photo's of Curley's wife where placed with
painstaking care around the room. "This was ware she came when she done
wanted to feel pretty, and dream she was somewars else but here" Curleys
eyes watered slightly,"I was so worried shed meet someone that could make
her dreams come true, and she'd forget 'bout me."
"Come one Curley, I'm sure she knew how much ya loved her, she just
wanted someone to talk to." George suddenly thought of Lennie; we aint like
nobody else 'cause we got each other.
"No, she didn't love me, she just married me for spite." Curley sat at
the old wooden char, in the corner. His eyes still fixed on the loveliest
photo of his wife in the small room. Again George found himself thinking of
lennie, I ain't got no photo or nothen' of Lennie.
"I got mad at her 'tother night, broke all her records, wish I hadn't
done that, wish I hadn't done that." Curley repeated softly.
"There ain't no use in cryin' 'bout it there ain't nothin' you can do
'bout it." George put his hand softly on Curley's shoulder. "I got a
questin' why me, why you come to me?"
Curley looked up," 'cause you're the only one on this damn farm that
might know what I'm talkin' about, was I wrong to think that?"
George sat down slowly, "No, no you weren't' wrong, god I thought only
bindelsticks had problems." He put his hands to his face.
"George you ain't gonna leave now are ya?"
"No Lenn," George caught himself, "No, Curley I ain't." The two men sat
and talked through the night. Slim would have to do the barley run with two
less people then expected this morning.
I wrote this several years ago for an English project for John Stienbeck's
Of Mice And Men this is a additional chapter that takes place at the end of
the book thus the tittle. I like it I hope you do to and remember I own
none of the characters. (Vulgar language)
Chapter 7
George lay solemnly on his bunk. The cool wind that seeped through the
cracks of the old bunk house offered no comfort. God damit George how could
you do it, how. Lennie wernt no dog, he thought quietly to himself.
Suddenly the door swung open, with a force that shook the room. Curley
stood glaring around the room his face pail and ashen.
"Get up,"Curley motioned to George."Hey, did you hear me, are you god damn
deaf, get up."
"Leave em' alone he aint done nothin' to you Curley." Slim stepped forward,
Curley turned and the bunkhouse fell quiet. He grabbed George by the shirt
and pulled him up. George offered no resistance. "My old man wants to talk
to you." Curley released his shirt. Curley led him outside the farm house,
and stopped. "what do you want?" asked George.
"What do I want, what do I god damn want, I'll tell ya what I want,
I want my wife!"Curley's face grew red.
"Tell me George you ever been married?"He looked George in the eyes.
"no sir I cant say that I have, been damn close though." His eyes sank to
the ground.
"You shot that bastard so I wouldn't get at em' didn't ya?" said Curley.
"Yes, sir Ii did" responded George quietly. "George, come on in side,
I got somtin' I wanna show you." Curley took George around the shoulder and
guided him inside.
The two of them stepped inside the old farm house to the sweet smell of
fresh baked bread, and the aroma of cinnamon, floated from the scented
candles curley's wife had made when she became overly bored."Smells nice
don't it?" asked Curley. George merely nodded his head in reply. The feel
of a woman's touch permeated the room. They proceeded down a long hallway,
stopping about halfway down. Curley opened the door, and released his grip
on George. The room was lace from top to bottom. Pinkish blues highlighted
the walls, and ceiling. Photo's of Curley's wife where placed with
painstaking care around the room. "This was ware she came when she done
wanted to feel pretty, and dream she was somewars else but here" Curleys
eyes watered slightly,"I was so worried shed meet someone that could make
her dreams come true, and she'd forget 'bout me."
"Come one Curley, I'm sure she knew how much ya loved her, she just
wanted someone to talk to." George suddenly thought of Lennie; we aint like
nobody else 'cause we got each other.
"No, she didn't love me, she just married me for spite." Curley sat at
the old wooden char, in the corner. His eyes still fixed on the loveliest
photo of his wife in the small room. Again George found himself thinking of
lennie, I ain't got no photo or nothen' of Lennie.
"I got mad at her 'tother night, broke all her records, wish I hadn't
done that, wish I hadn't done that." Curley repeated softly.
"There ain't no use in cryin' 'bout it there ain't nothin' you can do
'bout it." George put his hand softly on Curley's shoulder. "I got a
questin' why me, why you come to me?"
Curley looked up," 'cause you're the only one on this damn farm that
might know what I'm talkin' about, was I wrong to think that?"
George sat down slowly, "No, no you weren't' wrong, god I thought only
bindelsticks had problems." He put his hands to his face.
"George you ain't gonna leave now are ya?"
"No Lenn," George caught himself, "No, Curley I ain't." The two men sat
and talked through the night. Slim would have to do the barley run with two
less people then expected this morning.