The pristine, white walls seemed to press in on George. Cold air enveloped him, making him feel on edge. The hair on his arms stood up, making his small frame appear a bit larger. George wrapped the pale, blue blanket around himself and pulled it close. Even though he was in Soledad, California, it felt pretty chilly during the winter of 1936. “They’re ready for you, George,” the nurse gently stated. “Whaddif I dun’ wanna go?” “Then, they’ll never release you, remember?” “Mmph,” George groaned, “I hadda do it. I hadda. You know tha’, don’t ya?” “Of course, George, but they’re demanding you go to trial. Go put your suit on while it’s still freshly ironed,” the nurse prodded. “Fine,” George responded. He rolled out of his rumpled bed and stared at the suit. This was the cost of sparing Lennie from Curley’s wrath. “Was it worth it?” he pondered. Lennie had been with him his whole life. George owed him at least that. …show more content…
As he was closing the door, the nurse muttered, “Good luck. You’re definitely going to need it. Just remember to stay out of your dreamland. You’ll want to pay attention.” George peeked into the courtroom. Every single pew was full of unfamiliar faces. The nurse guiding him to his spot shoved the door open and laid his hand on George’s shoulder, pushing him forward. Walking slowly, George made his way to his seat with the nurse by his side. As soon as he arrived at the padded seat, he slumped down and