When the workers returned from the barley fields in the afternoon to eat dinner, while George talked to Lennie as he ate some cornbread, Lennie couldn’t help but focus on you.

“ And then- Lennie? Lennie you sonofa’ bitch you listening’ to me? “

George frowned and Lennie stuttered.

“ G..George- They’re- They’re purdy.. “

He pointed at you at your own table near the boss, eating your dinner with your back to them.