George was alone in the stable when Curley's wife appeared in the doorway. Their eyes locked and George had his back against the wall. She had no intention of beating around the bush. George could tell she had an axe to grind.            "What do you want?” George demanded, realizing he may bite off more than he can chew. “Well looked what the cat dragged in” Curley’s wife spat. George was caught between a rock and a hard place. George backed away as slow as molasses. “Why are you backing away from me? I just want to talk. You can’t tell your ass from your elbow can you? I’m only trying to break new ground with you. Jesus you are as dumb as a brick aintcha?" That's when George decided to try out the ace up his sleeve, "You're just a babe in the woods aren't you? Don"t know what to do with yourself without your better half. It' cost me an arm and a leg to get where I am now, and a tart like you isn't going to mess it up for me."    "Well, better late than never that you grew a back bone, all dogs have their day I guess. You know what really gets my goat?" Curley's fine asked. "No but I bet you'll tell me." "What really gets me is that you boys don't understand the countless hours i have to spent with Curly. I hate him: he's arrogant, self absorbed and a jerk. You boys only have to deal with him during the work days I have him every night; having to listen to him drone on and on." Curleys wifes words seemed to cut thought George like butter and George started blubbering like a baby. "I'm sorry," George balled, "But i have to go through the same thing with Lennie." Quick as a bunny George pulled his socks up and stopped crying, which left Curley's wife stunned silent. It seemed that her words were the straw that broke the camels back and George ran out of the barn leaving Curly's wife perplexed.