Chapter Title: Life's a bitch, death's a bigger one

Summary:Post novella, George isn't exactly in the best of places.

Laughter carpeted the bunkhouse as the men played cards round the table. Not too loud. The lamp casting a harsh glare in the centre that didn't reach the corners. That suited George , curled on his bed as he was. He faced the wall so as not to have to see Lennie's empty bunk. Two weeks and it was still just as raw as it had been.

Slim came back in from his cigarette. Declined the other men's offers to join and went over to his own bed. George shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep as he passed. He wasn't in the mood to talk.