Голодные игры
Chapter 4
Athickfluffycomfortergivesimmediatewarmth.
IfI’mgoingtocry,nowisthetimetodoit.Bymorning,I’llbeabletowashthedamagedonebythetearsfrommyface.Butnotearscome.I’mtootiredortoonumbtocry.TheonlythingIfeelisadesiretobesomewhereelse.SoIletthetrainrockmeintooblivion.
Graylightisleakingthroughthecurtainswhentherappingrousesme.IhearEffieTrinket’svoice,callingmetorise."Up,up,up!It’sgoingtobeabig,big,bigday!"Itryandimagine,foramoment,whatitmustbelikeinsidethatwoman’shead.Whatthoughtsfillherwakinghours?Whatdreamscometoheratnight?Ihavenoidea.
Iputthegreenoutfitbackonsinceit’snotreallydirty,justslightlycrumpledfromspendingthenightonthefloor.MyfingerstracethecirclearoundthelittlegoldmockingjayandIthinkofthewoods,andofmyfather,andofmymotherandPrimwakingup,havingtogetonwiththings.
Isleptintheelaboratebraidedhairmymotherdidforthereapinganditdoesn’tlooktoobad,soIjustleaveitup.Itdoesn’tmatter.Wecan’tbefarfromtheCapitolnow.Andoncewereachthecity,mystylistwilldictatemylookfortheopeningceremoniestonightanyway.IjusthopeIgetonewhodoesn’tthinknudityisthelastwordinfashion.
AsIenterthediningcar,EffieTrinketbrushesbymewithacupofblackcoffee.She’smutteringobscenitiesunderherbreath.Haymitch,hisfacepuffyandredfromthepreviousday’sindulgences,ischuckling.
