Голодные игры
Chapter 8
HowIneverquestionGale’smotiveswhileIdonothingbutdoubtthelatter’s.It’snotafaircomparisonreally.GaleandIwerethrowntogetherbyamutualneedtosurvive.PeetaandIknowtheother’ssurvivalmeansourowndeath.Howdoyousidestepthat?
Effie’sknockingatthedoor,remindingmethere’sanother"big,big,bigday!"ahead.Tomorrownightwillbeourtelevisedinterviews.Iguessthewholeteamwillhavetheirhandsfullreadyingusforthat.
Igetupandtakeaquickshower,beingabitmorecarefulaboutthebuttonsIhit,andheaddowntothediningroom.Peeta,Effie,andHaymitcharehuddledaroundthetabletalkinginhushedvoices.Thatseemsodd,buthungerwinsoutovercuriosityandIloadupmyplatewithbreakfastbeforeIjointhem.
Thestew’smadewithtenderchunksoflambanddriedplumstoday.Perfectonthebedofwildrice.I’veshoveledabouthalfwaythroughthemoundwhenIrealizenoone’stalking.Itakeabiggulpoforangejuiceandwipemymouth."So,what’sgoingon?You’recoachingusoninterviewstoday,right?"
"That’sright,"saysHaymitch.
"Youdon’thavetowaituntilI’mdone.Icanlistenandcatatthesametime,"Isay.
"Well,there’sbeenachangeofplans.Aboutourcurrentapproach,"saysHaymitch.
"What’sthat?"Iask.I’mnotsurewhatourcurrentapproachis.TryingtoappearmediocreinfrontoftheothertributesisthelastbitofstrategyIremember.
Haymitchshrugs."Peetahasaskedtobecoachedseparately."
