Of Mice and Men; The next chapter

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Of Mice and Men; The next chapter

The brisk autumn breeze swirled the brown and crisp leaves in the same old pattern. George felt he had seen this all too many times. He needed a change.

“But how?” he said quietly to himself while he sat alone in the bunk house. He heard an uproar outside and muffled his ears with his hands. He didn’t want to hear anybody or anything. Slim came striding in. “Those guys are fighting again over money. Is that the on’y that matters at this ranch?” George just lay on his bed with his eyes closed and his hands over his ears. Slim sensed George’s remorse. “George, you hadda’ do it. There was no other way. If you hadnta’ done it, Curley wouldda’”

“I know” George mumbled

“I admire your courage, George!” Slim said as he patted him on the stomach and got up. “You comin’ to town tonight?”

“no” was all George could manage to say as he was holding his tears back so well that nobody would have known he even had a tear in his body. Slim just nodded his head once and left the room.

        As the door slammed shut the uproar began again when the rest of the ranch workers tried to ask Slim for advice. The noise seemed to move away. It sounded like they were following Slim as he tried to escape their company. George just lay on his bed, still, alone and silent as one tear lined his dirty face. George closed his tired eyes and prayed for sleep. His prayer was answered with a nightmare. George was in a glass box, and Lennie was hunched over in a ball on the other side of what looked like a large pond. The box kept shrinking and shrinking and shrinking until George couldn’t breathe anymore and with on dying breath his eyes opened to find himself surrounded by ranch workers all talking. Slim pulled me out of the bunkhouse in a hurry, grabbing me by my elbow.

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“George, what are you doing?!”

“What’d I do, Slim?”

“You was shoutin’ in your sleep. About Lennie”

“I can’t control what I do in my sleep!”

“Well, you’re gonna hafta learn!!!” cried Slim as he stormed off into the abyss of the field facing the bunkhouse.

        George thought of his options. He could either; train himself to keep silent in his sleep, or, the option that he had been thinking about quite seriously; leaving the ranch. He decided that very moment that he really only had one option. He wasn’t happy in the ranch at all, and it was reminding ...

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