Голодные игры
Chapter 9
Afterlunch,Haymitchtakesmeintothesittingroom,directsmetothecouch,andthenjustfrownsatmeforawhile.
"What?"Ifinallyask.
"I’mtryingtofigureoutwhattodowithyou,"hesays."Howwe’regoingtopresentyou.Areyougoingtobecharming?Aloof?Fierce?Sofar,you’reshininglikeastar.Youvolunteeredtosaveyoursister.Cinnamadeyoulookunforgettable.You’vegotthetoptrainingscore.Peopleareintrigued,butnooneknowswhoyouare.TheimpressionyoumaketomorrowwilldecideexactlywhatIcangetyouintermsofsponsors,"saysHaymitch.
Havingwatchedthetributeinterviewsallmylife,Iknowthere’struthtowhathe’ssaying.Ifyouappealtothecrowd,eitherbybeinghumorousorbrutaloreccentric,yougainfavor.
"What’sPeeta’sapproach?OramInotallowedtoask?"Isay.
"Likable.Hehasasortofself-deprecatinghumornaturally,"saysHaymitch."Whereaswhenyouopenyourmouth,youcomeacrossmoreassullenandhostile."
"Idonot!"Isay.
"Please.Idon’tknowwhereyoupulledthatcheery,wavygirlonthechariotfrom,butIhaven’tseenherbeforeorsince,"saysHaymitch.
"Andyou’vegivenmesomanyreasonstobecheery,"Icounter.
"Butyoudon’thavetopleaseme.I’mnotgoingtosponsoryou.SopretendI’mtheaudience,"saysHaymitch."Delightme."
"Fine!"Isnarl.HaymitchtakestheroleoftheinterviewerandItrytoanswerhisquestionsinawinningfashion.ButIcan’t.I’mtooangrywithHaymitchforwhathesaidandthatIevenhavetoanswerthequestions.
