The Apple Of My Eye

George looked up from shoeing the horse to see the outline of Curley's wife in the doorway of the barn. They were alone, Georges spine went rough as a cob.  "Hi-ya George, what you doin’?" She was a jack of all trades but a master of none, unable to hit the broad side of a barn. I tried to keep quiet for silence is golden but she had my knickers in a twist, "What you want ya floozy?" "I just wanted to talk.. All you men are meaner then a hen in a cock fight." She was trying to pull the wool over my eyes I knew what she was up to tryin’ to be slicker than a fox. "Sigh you ain't no use out here shoeing horses, why you really out here?" "I told ya I just wanna talk, I be getting’ lonely in there you can hear the crickets its so quiet in that ol' house." She was fishin’ for complements and sure wasn't goin’ to get one, until hell froze over she wasn't gettin’ nothin’ from me. "Lady you're drivin’ me up the wall I  can't give you what you're lookin’ for you're barkin’ up the wrong tree ya hear?" With a bee in her bonnet she stormed off madder then a wet hen. I didn't want to drive the little filly wild but I had to get her out of sight and out of mind.