Голодные игры
Chapter 12
There’ssomeoneouttherewhowantstobuymewateronlyHaymitchisrefusingtoletitgothrough.Asmymentor,hegetstocontroltheflowofgiftsfromthesponsors.Iknowhehatesme.He’smadethatclearenough.Butenoughtoletmedie?Fromthis?Hecan’tdothat,canhe?Ifamentormistreatshistributes,he’llbeheldaccountablebytheviewers,bythepeoplebackinDistrict12.EvenHaymitchwouldn’triskthat,wouldhe?SaywhatyouwillaboutmyfellowtradersintheHob,butIdon’tthinkthey’dwelcomehimbackthereifheletmediethisway.Andthenwherewouldhegethisliquor?So.what?Ishetryingtomakemesufferfordefyinghim?IshedirectingallthesponsorstowardPeeta?Ishejusttoodrunktoevennoticewhat’sgoingonatthemoment?SomehowIdon’tbelievethatandIdon’tbelievehe’stryingtokillmeoffbyneglect,either.Hehas,infact,inhisownunpleasantway,genuinelybeentryingtopreparemeforthis.Thenwhatisgoingon?
Iburymyfaceinmyhands.There’snodangeroftearsnow,Icouldn’tproduceonetosavemylife.WhatisHaymitchdoing?Despitemyanger,hatred,andsuspicions,asmallvoiceinthebackofmyheadwhispersananswer.
Maybehe’ssendingyouamessage,itsays.Amessage.Sayingwhat?ThenIknow.There’sonlyonegoodreasonHaymitchcouldbewithholdingwaterfromme.BecauseheknowsI’vealmostfoundit.
Igritmyteethandpullmyselftomyfeet.Mybackpackseemstohavetripledinweight.IfindabrokenbranchthatwilldoforawalkingstickandIstartoff.
