Голодные игры
Chapter 9
ButEffierunsaroundinthemfull-time,andI’mdeterminedthatifshecandoit,socanI.Thedressposesanotherproblem.Itkeepstanglingaroundmyshoesso,ofcourse,Ihitchitup,andthenEffieswoopsdownonmelikeahawk,smackingmyhandsandyelling,"Notabovetheankle!"WhenIfinallyconquerwalking,there’sstillsitting,posture-apparentlyIhaveatendencytoduckmyhead-eyecontact,handgestures,andsmiling.Smilingismostlyaboutsmilingmore.Effiemakesmesayahundredbanalphrasesstartingwithasmile,whilesmiling,orendingwithasmile.Bylunch,themusclesinmycheeksaretwitchingfromoveruse.
"Well,that’sthebestIcando,"Effiesayswithasigh."Justremember,Katniss,youwanttheaudiencetolikeyou."
"Andyoudon’tthinktheywill?"Iask.
"Notifyouglareatthemtheentiretime.Whydon’tyousavethatforthearena?Instead,thinkofyourselfamongfriends,"saysEffie.
"They’rebettingonhowlongI’lllive!"Iburstout."They’renotmyfriends!"
"Well,tryandpretend!"snapsEffie.Thenshecomposesherselfandbeamsatme."See,likethis.I’msmilingatyoueventhoughyou’reaggravatingme."
"Yes,itfeelsveryconvincing,"Isay."I’mgoingtoeat."1kickoffmyheelsandstompdowntothediningroom,hikingmyskirtuptomythighs.
PeetaandHaymitchseeminprettygoodmoods,soI’mthinkingthecontentsessionshouldbeanimprovementoverthemorning.Icouldn’tbemorewrong.
