"Yeah, Lennie. You’ll hold it. We’ll sit right here, and you can turn the pages while I read about the ranch and the mountains."
They were sitting in a cramped studio apartment, the smell of cheap coffee and old dust hanging in the air. For months, they had been "workin' up a stake"—George taking double shifts at the warehouse, Lennie hauling crates until his back screamed—all for their own little library. They didn't want much. Just a shelf of their own, some quiet, and a few books they didn't have to borrow from the public bins. of mice and men book buy
"Is it there, George? Did you get the one with the rabbits on the front?" "Yeah, Lennie
George didn’t look at the screen as he clicked the button. He knew what was coming. Beside him, Lennie was vibrating with a heavy, clumsy excitement, his large hands hovering over the keyboard like two tired dogs. For months, they had been "workin' up a
George sighed, the blue light of the laptop reflecting in his weary eyes. "It’s there, Lennie. Of Mice and Men . Hardcover. I told you, it’s coming Friday."