George didn't answer. He just closed the laptop and sat in the dark, wondering if the delivery would arrive before the world broke their hearts again.
Lennie smiled, satisfied, and looked out the window at the flickering neon signs of the city. He wasn't seeing the pavement or the trash cans. He was seeing a shelf of his own, where no one could tell him to move on, and where every story stayed exactly where he left it. "We got a future, George," Lennie whispered. of mice and men book buy
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." George didn't answer
Lennie leaned in, his breath fogging the screen. "Tell me again about the paper, George. The real thick kind." He wasn't seeing the pavement or the trash cans
"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."
Lennie chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. "And I get to hold it? I won't pinch the corners too hard, George. I promise. I’ll be real careful."
"It’s deckle-edged," George said, his voice softening into the familiar rhythm of a bedtime story. "Cream-colored paper that don't hurt your eyes. And the binding is stitched tight so the pages don't fall out when you get to the sad parts. It’s a classic, Lennie. A book for a man to keep."