George
looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the
doorway of the barn. They were alone. She leaned against the doorway, and bit
her lip. "Hey there George." she whispered into the barn. George looked
over at her. "I'm looking for Curly, have you seen him around
here?" She asked innocently.
"Haven't seen that
bugger." George replied shortly.
"Whatcha' doing
there?" She asked, staring straight at him. Her eyes pierced him like a thousand
daggers.
"Make like a tree and leave woman," George answered
in a monotone voice. Curly's wife walked into the barn, and walked toward
George. Butterflies were fluttering about in George's stomach.
"All of you boys
never want to talk to a beautiful woman like me," she said angrily. She
sat down on the hay, and pouted. "I
guess boys will be boys," She
started to fiddle around with the hay. George ignored her, and started walking
towards the exit of the barn. "Awe George, where are you going?" whined
Curly's wife.
"For Pete's sake." Yelled
George. He turned around and glared at Curly's wife.
"I can see it in your
eyes George, you want me," She started into George's eyes and winked. "All's
fair in love and war." She
spoke softly. George ignored her, and stood there. "What's wrong hun, cat
got your tongue?" Curly's wife giggled.
"You are beautiful,
but I don't want nothing to do with you," George looked the other way as
he spoke. "Beauty is only skin deep." He said quietly.
"You can't judge someone
until you've walked a mile in their shoes," Curly's wife responded.
"You're crossing your
limits." George said with a straight face. "You'll
be lucky if I don't tell Curly about this, now get back to your house."
"I guess you're
right, better safe than sorry." She walked past George and out of
the barn. She blew a kiss towards George.
"I'm damned if do, and
damned if I don't." George mumbled to himself.
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