Epilogue To John Steinbeck's Of Mice And Men

One week after Lennie's death, George sits in the dark corner of a bar. The room is all but empty and dead silent. All the windows are shut, through the small openings come beams of dull light that barely illuminate the room. George stares at his glass with an expressionless face, but a heavy sadness in his eyes. The bartender comes towards him and asks if he would like something else to drink. "One whiskey for me 'an my friend" he muttered, sliding his glass across the counter towards the bartender. The bartender shot him a confused look but obliged, and returned shortly with two drinks. George turned to the seat next to him, in it sat Lennie with his denim coat and black hat. His pale eyes wandered around the room, inspecting nothing in particular. “We almost had it made, huh Lennie?” George said in a somber tone. Lennie gave him nothing but a blank stare in response. “It’s all that damn tramp’s fault,” George hissed between sips. “If she hadn’t been going around lookin’ for trouble, none of this would have

There was a heavy rain outside, but other than that, the room was silent. George stared at the bunk where Lennie slept, unable to sleep. He was filled with hatred of the world that forced him to kill his own friend. As the night dragged on his hatred shifted to Curley’s wife, then Curley. “If Curley hadn’t let his tramp wife go around and cause trouble Lennie would still be here” George thought. Just then, Lennie appeared in front of him with a look of deep sadness and pain. Seeing Lennie’s pain and suffering, sent him over the edge. “That god damn Curley!” George thought, grabbing Carlson’s gun while he slept. “This is all his fault!” he thought, consumed by rage. He shuffled over to where Curley slept and pulled out the gun. George aimed the gun at Curley and pulled the trigger. An instant later he is horrified by what he has done. A couple seconds pass and Slim comes into the