Голодные игры
Chapter 27
"Idon’tknow,Ijust.couldn’tbearthethoughtof.beingwithouthim."
"Peeta?Anythingtoadd?"asksCaesar.
"No.Ithinkthatgoesforbothofus,"hesays.
Caesarsignsoffandit’sover.Everyone’slaughingandcryingandhugging,butI’mstillnotsureuntilIreachHaymitch."Okay?"Iwhisper.
"Perfect,"heanswers.
Igobacktomyroomtocollectafewthingsandfindthere’snothingtotakebutthemockingjaypinMadgegaveme.SomeonereturnedittomyroomaftertheGames.Theydriveusthroughthestreetsinacarwithblackenedwindows,andthetrain’swaitingforus.Webarelyhavetimetosaygood-byetoCinnaandPortia,althoughwe’llseetheminafewmonths,whenwetourthedistrictsforaroundofvictoryceremonies.It’stheCapitol’swayofremindingpeoplethattheHungerGamesneverreallygoaway.We’llbegivenalotofuselessplaques,andeveryonewillhavetopretendtheyloveus.
Thetrainbeginsmovingandwe’replungedintonightuntilweclearthetunnelandItakemyfirstfreebreathsincethereaping.EffieisaccompanyingusbackandHaymitch,too,ofcourse.Weeatanenormousdinnerandsettleintosilenceinfrontofthetelevisiontowatchareplayoftheinterview.WiththeCapitolgrowingfartherawayeverysecond,Ibegintothinkofhome.OfPrimandmymother.OfGale.Iexcusemyselftochangeoutofmydressandintoaplainshirtandpants.AsIslowly,thoroughlywashthemakeupfrommyfaceandputmyhairinitsbraid,Ibegintransformingbackintomyself.KatnissEverdeen.
