Голодные игры
Chapter 6
Itrytofocusonthetalk,whichhasturnedtoourinterviewcostumes,whenagirlsetsagorgeous-lookingcakeonthetableanddeftlylightsit.Itblazesupandthentheflamesflickeraroundtheedgesawhileuntilitfinallygoesout.Ihaveamomentofdoubt."Whatmakesitburn?Isitalcohol?"Isay,lookingupatthegirl."That’sthelastthingIwa-oh!Iknowyou!"
Ican’tplaceanameortimetothegirl’sface.ButI’mcertainofit.Thedarkredhair,thestrikingfeatures,theporcelainwhiteskin.ButevenasIutterthewords,Ifeelmyinsidescontractingwithanxietyandguiltatthesightofher,andwhileIcan’tpullitup,Iknowsomebadmemoryisassociatedwithher.Theexpressionofterrorthatcrossesherfaceonlyaddstomyconfusionandunease.Sheshakesherheadindenialquicklyandhurriesawayfromthetable.
WhenIlookback,thefouradultsarewatchingmelikehawks.
"Don’tberidiculous,Katniss.HowcouldyoupossiblyknowanAvox?"snapsEffie."Theverythought."
"What’sanAvox?"Iaskstupidly.
"Someonewhocommittedacrime.Theycuthertonguesoshecan’tspeak,"saysHaymitch."She’sprobablyatraitorofsomesort.Notlikelyyou’dknowher."
"Andevenifyoudid,you’renottospeaktooneofthemunlessit’stogiveanorder,"saysEffie."Ofcourse,youdon’treallyknowher."
ButIdoknowher.AndnowthatHaymitchhasmentionedthewordtraitorIrememberfromwhere.ThedisapprovalissohighIcouldneveradmitit."No,Iguessnot,Ijust-"Istammer,andthewineisnothelping.
