Голодные игры
Chapter 8
"Youwhat?"ThehorrorinEffie’svoiceconfirmsmyworsesuspicions.
"Ishotanarrowatthem.Notexactlyatthem.Intheirdirection.It’slikePeetasaid,IwasshootingandtheywereignoringmeandIjust.Ijustlostmyhead,soIshotanappleoutoftheirstupidroastpig’smouth!"Isaydefiantly.
"Andwhatdidtheysay?"saysCinnacarefully.
"Nothing.OrIdon’tknow.Iwalkedoutafterthat,"Isay.
"Withoutbeingdismissed?"gaspsEffie.
"Idismissedmyself,"Isaid.IrememberhowIpromisedPrimthatIreallywouldtrytowinandIfeellikeatonofcoalhasdroppedonme.
"Well,that’sthat,"saysHaymitch.Thenhebuttersaroll.
"Doyouthinkthey’llarrestme?"Iask."Doubtit.Beapaintoreplaceyouatthisstage,"saysHaymitch.
"Whataboutmyfamily?"Isay."Willtheypunishthem?"
"Don’tthinkso.Wouldn’tmakemuchsense.Seethey’dhavetorevealwhathappenedintheTrainingCenterforittohaveanyworthwhileeffectonthepopulation.Peoplewouldneedtoknowwhatyoudid.Buttheycan’tsinceit’ssecret,soit’dbeawasteofeffort,"saysHaymitch."Morelikelythey’llmakeyourlifehellinthearena."
"Well,they’vealreadypromisedtodothattousanyway,"saysPeeta.
"Verytrue,"saysHaymitch.AndIrealizetheimpossiblehashappened.Theyhaveactuallycheeredmeup.Haymitchpicksupaporkchopwithhisfingers,whichmakesEffiefrown,anddunksitinhiswine.Heripsoffahunkofmeatandstartstochuckle."Whatweretheirfaceslike?"
Icanfeeltheedgesofmymouthtiltingup."Shocked.
