Curley's Wife Alternate Ending Essay

The night grew long and the house became still, relaxed in the corner sat Curley, engrossed in a book. An abrupt creak came from the front door, his wife slithered in quickly. Her hair was a bit disheveled, lipstick was smeared, and she was holding her shoes in her hand. She started to stumble when closing the door behind her, hoping not wake up her husband and get his wrath.
“Where have you been?” spoke Curley while still looking at the book.
“Oh, you scared me!” shrieked Curley's wife while trying to catch her breath, “what are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Curley shouted, “where were ya?”
“Well, I was looking for you, of course,” his wife explained.
“Looks like you were working at the cat house,” Curley mumbled, “you look a wreck.”
The aroma of his wife’s perfume filled the air. Curley's thin face peered up from his book again.
“Did I say you can leave?” demanded Curley.
“I don’t need your permission to do anything,” snapped his wife.
“As your husband, as the son of the boss, you listen to me and anything I say,” huffed Curley.
His voice begun to rise along with his temper. Curley's pale face started to redden, his eyes were bloodshot. Curley's wife started to become petrified, she has never seen Curley this mad. Of course, Curley has shouted at his wife, but never like this. “I control you,” smirked Curley. “You would be nothing without me, you're just an object.” Tears were slowing rolling down her face, she takes the bottom of her shirt to wipe them away. She tried to form words, but her words were mumbled, “You… you… don't really mean that, do you?”
Curley hesitated for a