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Of mice and men - Coggle Diagram

- - - - "Give you what, George?"
      - "You know God damn well what. I want that mouse." Lennie reluctantly reached into his pocket. His voice broke a little. "I don’t know why I can’t keep it. It ain’t nobody’s mouse. I didn’t steal it. I found it lyin’ right beside the road."
    - - "Blubberin’ like a baby! Jesus Christ! A big guy like you." Lennie’s lip quivered and tears started in his eyes. "Aw, Lennie!" George put his hand on Lennie’s shoulder. "I ain’t takin’ it away jus’ for ' meanness. That mouse ain’t fresh, Lennie; and besides, you’ve broke it pettin’ it. You get another mouse that’s fresh and I’ll let you keep it a little while."
    - - "No," said George.
      - "Well, I can go away," said Lennie. "I'll go right off in the hills an'
    - - George shook himself again. "No," he said. "I want you to stay
    - - "Tell you what?"
      - "'Bout the other guys an' about us."
      - George said, "Guys like us got no fambly. They make a little stake an' then they blow it in. They ain't got nobody in the worl' that gives a hoot in hell about 'em-"
      - "But not us," Lennie cried happily. "Tell about us now." George was quiet for a moment. "But not us," he said.
      - "Because-"
      - "Because I got you an''
      - "An' I got you. We got each other, that's what, that gives a hoot in hell about us," Lennie cried in triumph. The little evening breeze blew over the clearing and the leaves rustled and the wind waves flowed up the green pool. And the shouts of men sounded again, this time much closer than before.
      - George took off his hat. He said shakily, "Take off your hat, Lennie. The air feels fine."
      - Lennie removed his hat dutifully and laid it on the ground in front of him. The shadow in the val-ley was bluer, and the evening came fast. On the wind the sound of crashing in the brush came to them.
      - Lennie said, "Tell how it's gonna be."
      - George had been listening to the distant sounds. For a moment he was business-like. "Look acrost the river, Lennie, an' I'll tell you so you can almost see it." Lennie turned his head and looked off across the pool and up the darkening slopes of the Gabilans. "We gonna get a little place," George began. He reached in his side pocket and brought out Carlson's Luger; he snapped off the safety, and the hand and gun lay on the ground behind Lennie's back. He looked at the back of Lennie's head, at the place where the spine and skull were joined.
      - A man's voice called from up the river, and an-other man answered.
      - "Go on," said Lennie.
    - - "Go on," said Lennie. "How's it gonna be. We gonna get a little
    - - "We'll have a cow," said George. "An' we'll have maybe a pig an'
    - - "For the rabbits," Lennie shouted.
      - "For the rabbits," George repeated.
      - "And I get to tend the rabbits."
      - "An' you get to tend the rabbits."
      - Lennie giggled with happiness. "An' live on the fatta the lan'."
      - "Yes."
      - Lennie turned his head.
      - "No, Lennie. Look down there acrost the river, like you can almost see the place."
      - Lennie obeyed him. George looked down at the gun.
      - There were crashing footsteps in the brush now. George turned
    - - "Go on, George. When we gonna do it?"
      - "Gonna do it soon."
      - "Me an' you."
      - "You . . . . an' me. Ever'body gonna be nice to you. Ain't gonna be no more trouble. Nobody gon-na hurt nobody nor steal from 'em." Lennie said, "I thought you was mad at me, George."
      - "No," said George. "No, Lennie. I ain't mad. I never been mad, an' I ain't now. That's a thing I want ya to know."
      - The voices came close now. George raised the gun and listened to
    - - Lennie begged, "Le's do it now. Le's get that place now."
      - "Sure, right now. I gotta. We gotta."
      - And George raised the gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back of Lennie's head. The hand shook violently, but his face set and his hand steadied. He pulled the trigger. The crash of the shot rolled up the hills and rolled down again. Lennie jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, and he lay without quivering.