“Well, he said if I done any more bad things he ain’t gonna let me tend the rabbits.”
She moved closer to him and she spoke soothingly.
“Don’t you worry about talkin’ to me.
Listen to the guys yell out there.
They got four dollars bet in that tenement.
None of them ain’t gonna leave till it’s over.”
“If George sees me talkin’ to you he’ll give me hell,” Lennie said cautiously. “He tol’ me so.”
Her face grew angry.
“Wha’s the matter with me?” she cried. “Ain’t I got a right to talk to nobody?
Whatta they think I am, anyways?
You’re a nice guy.
I don’t know why I can’t talk to you.
I ain’t doin’ no harm to you.”
“Well, George says you’ll get us in a mess.”
“Aw, nuts!” she said. “What kinda harm am I doin’ to you?
Seems like they ain’t none of them cares how I gotta live.
I tell you I ain’t used to livin’ like this.
I coulda made somethin’ of myself.”
She said darkly, “Maybe I will yet.”
And then her words tumbled out in a passion of communication, as though she hurried before her listener could be taken away.
“I lived right in Salinas,” she said.
“Come there when I was a kid.
Well, a show come through, an’ I met one of the actors.
He says I could go with that show.
But my ol’ lady wouldn’t let me.
She says because I was on’y fifteen.
But the guy says I coulda.
If I’d went, I wouldn’t be livin’ like this, you bet.”
Lennie stroked the pup back and forth.
“We gonna have a little place — an’ rabbits,” he explained.
She went on with her story quickly, before she could be interrupted. “’Nother time I met a guy, an’ he was in pitchers.
Went out to the Riverside Dance Palace with him.
He says he was gonna put me in the movies.
Says I was a natural.
Soon’s he got back to Hollywood he was gonna write to me about it.” She looked closely at Lennie to see whether she was impressing him. “I never got that letter,” she said. “I always thought my ol’ lady stole it.
Well, I wasn’t gonna stay no place where I couldn’t get nowhere or make something of myself, an’ where they stole your letters, I ast her if she stole it, too, an’ she says no.
So I married Curley.
Met him out to the Riverside Dance Palace that same night.”
She demanded, “You listenin’?”
“Me?
Sure.”
“Well, I ain’t told this to nobody before. Maybe I oughten to.
I don’ like Curley.
He ain’t a nice fella.” And because she had confided in him, she moved closer to Lennie and sat beside him. “Coulda been in the movies, an’ had nice clothes — all them nice clothes like they wear.
An’ I coulda sat in them big hotels, an’ had pitchers took of me. When they had them previews I coulda went to them, an’ spoke in the radio, an’ it wouldn’ta cost me a cent because I was in the pitcher.
An’ all them nice clothes like they wear.
Because this guy says I was a natural.”
She looked up at Lennie, and she made a small grand gesture with her arm and hand to show that she could act.
The fingers trailed after her leading wrist, and her little finger stuck out grandly from the rest.
Lennie sighed deeply.