Esperanza has finally moved out of Mango Street and on to bigger and better things in her life, one of which owning her own house. Even though Esperanza’s new house is nothing fancy, it is nothing like Mango Street and has friendly neighbors of which she enjoys talking to.
“Hey George,” Esperanza hollered as she squinted her eyes at the bright morning sun with a book shielding her eyes.
“Oh hey there Miss Esperanza. How are you doing on this fine Saturday morning?” asked George with a smile on his face, always happy to see Esperanza.
“I’m well. I thought you were going back to the ranch to work?”
“No. I sure do wish I was though, but every time I go back up there I think of my pal Lennie. I miss him like crazy. It’s been four years since he passed, and I regret all the mean things I ever done to him.”
Not knowing how to respond, Esperanza just shrugged her shoulders and quietly smiled at George while walking back into her house. This was the first time she had ever heard George talk about Lennie, and she became curious of how Lennie died. Prancing to her computer, she researched “Lennie the farmhand,” only to discover George was not the man he claimed to be. Esperanza continued to read the article, her heart beating faster and faster. She was shocked to discover that George had killed his so-called-best-friend, and she continued to stare at the computer screen in awe.