"George gonna give me hell," he said. "I can go right off there an' find a cave," he said. "If George don't want me . . . I'll go away. I'll go away."
"I tol' you an tol' you," she said. "You never give a thought to George," she went on in Lennie's voice. "All the time he coulda had such a good time if it wasn't for you."
"I know, Aunt Clara, ma'am. I might jus' as well go away. George ain't gonna let me tend no rabbits now."
"He ain't, I tell ya he ain't." And he cried, "Oh! George---George---George!"
"Tend rabbits," it said scornfully. "You ain't fit to lick the boots of no rabbit. If you think George gonna let you tend rabbits, you're even crazier'n usual. He's gonna beat you with a stick, that's what he's gonna do."
"You ain't gonna leave me, are ya George? I done another bad thing. I'll go right off in the hills an' find a cave if you don' want me."
"No," he said. "I want you to stay with me here. Take off your hat Lennie. The air feels fine."
A man's voice called from up the river, and another man answered.