Голодные игры
Chapter 7
Onthelastafternoon,we’lleachgetachancetoperforminprivatebeforetheGamemakers.Thethoughtofmeetingtheothertributesface-to-facemakesmequeasy.IturntherollIhavejusttakenfromthebasketoverandoverinmyhands,butmyappetiteisgone.
WhenHaymitchhasfinishedseveralplattersofstew,hepushesbackhisplatewithasigh.Hetakesaflaskfromhispocketandtakesalongpullonitandleanshiselbowsonthetable."So,let’sgetdowntobusiness.Training.Firstoff,ifyoulike,I’llcoachyouseparately.Decidenow."
"Whywouldyoucoachusseparately?"Iask.
"Sayifyouhadasecretskillyoumightnotwanttheothertoknowabout,"saysHaymitch.
IexchangealookwithPeeta."Idon’thaveanysecretskills,"hesays."AndIalreadyknowwhatyoursis,right?Imean,I’veeatenenoughofyoursquirrels."
IneverthoughtaboutPeetaeatingthesquirrelsIshot.SomehowIalwayspicturedthebakerquietlygoingoffandfryingthemupforhimself.Notoutofgreed.Butbecausetownfamiliesusuallyeatexpensivebutchermeat.Beefandchickenandhorse.
"Youcancoachustogether,"ItellHaymitch.Peetanods.
"Allright,sogivemesomeideaofwhatyoucando,"saysHaymitch.
"Ican’tdoanything,"saysPeeta."Unlessyoucountbakingbread."
"Sorry,Idon’t.Katniss.Ialreadyknowyou’rehandywithaknife,"saysHaymitch.
"Notreally.ButIcanhunt,"Isay."Withabowandarrow."
"Andyou’regood?"asksHaymitch.
Ihavetothinkaboutit.I’vebeenputtingfoodonthetableforfouryears.
