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."
"Is it there, George? Did you get the one with the rabbits on the front?" of mice and men book buy
George looked at his friend—the giant man who found the world too loud and too sharp, who only wanted to touch something soft and beautiful. George had seen the "Buy Now" confirmation, but he also saw the bank balance. It was thin. Thinner than he liked. But looking at Lennie’s face, he knew it didn't matter. George sighed, the blue light of the laptop
Lennie leaned in, his breath fogging the screen. "Tell me again about the paper, George. The real thick kind." Hardcover
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.
"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."