ALTERNATE ENDING: OF MICE AND MEN

One

(Point of View: Curley's Wife. Starts Page 85)
I woke up at 8:00a.m. It was Sunday morning. The sun was shining through the windows. Birds were chirping outside of the window. As usual Curley was gone again. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and got up, I started primping for the day ahead. I unraveled the curlers from my hair. My hair hung in little clustered rolls, like sausages. I rouged my lips; I painted my long almond shaped fingernails red. After my fingernails dried, I walked over to mine and Curleys closet. I opened the door and was greeted by an array of dress choices. I chose a cotton house dress; it was a pastel yellow colour. I put the dress on, careful to not disturb my curls. I slipped on my red mules and walked down the stairs.
I walked through the kitchen door. I put a slice bread in the toaster, I walked over to the stove and started a pot of coffee. I buttered my toast and sipped on my coffee, after I was finished, I decided to look for Curley. I adjusted my hair and walked out the front door. I walked down the field over to the bunk house. I made my way to the door then I found that not a single soul was there. I was in need of some human interaction; I made my way to the barn where someone might be... even if it was just the stable buck. I walked up to the barn and to my delight I heard voices! I peered through the window and I saw that the ranch hands were participating in some type of horse-shoe competition. I looked to the into the back room, I saw that big fella' Lennie sitting alone in there. I walked through the back and took a seat next to Lennie.