Голодные игры
Chapter 27
AgirlwholivesintheSeam.Huntsinthewoods.TradesintheHob.IstareinthemirrorasItrytorememberwhoIamandwhoIamnot.BythetimeIjointheothers,thepressureofPeeta’sarmaroundmyshouldersfeelsalien.
Whenthetrainmakesabriefstopforfuel,we’reallowedtogooutsideforsomefreshair.There’snolongeranyneedtoguardus.PeetaandIwalkdownalongthetrack,handinhand,andIcan’tfindanythingtosaynowthatwe’realone.Hestopstogatherabunchofwildflowersforme.Whenhepresentsthem,Iworkhardtolookpleased.Becausehecan’tknowthatthepink-and-whiteflowersarethetopsofwildonionsandonlyremindmeofthehoursI’vespentgatheringthemwithGale.
Gale.TheideaofseeingGaleinamatterofhoursmakesmystomachchurn.Butwhy?Ican’tquiteframeitinmymind.IonlyknowthatIfeellikeI’vebeenlyingtosomeonewhotrustsme.Ormoreaccurately,totwopeople.I’vebeengettingawaywithituptothispointbecauseoftheGames.ButtherewillbenoGamestohidebehindbackhome.
"What’swrong?"Peetaasks.
"Nothing,"Ianswer.Wecontinuewalking,pasttheendofthetrain,outwhereevenI’mfairlysuretherearenocamerashiddeninthescrubbybushesalongthetrack.Stillnowordscome.
Haymitchstartlesmewhenhelaysahandonmyback.Evennow,inthemiddleofnowhere,hekeepshisvoicedown."Greatjob,youtwo.Justkeepitupinthedistrictuntilthecamerasaregone.Weshouldbeokay."Iwatchhimheadbacktothetrain,avoidingPeeta’seyes.
"What’shemean?"Peetaasksme.
