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His
expression
brightens
at
the
treat
.
"
Thank
you
,
Prim
.
We
'll
have
a
real
feast
.
"
Suddenly
he
falls
into
a
Capitol
accent
as
he
mimics
Effie
Trinket
,
the
maniacally
upbeat
woman
who
arrives
once
a
year
to
read
out
the
names
at
the
leaping
.
"
I
almost
forgot
!
Happy
Hunger
Games
!
"
He
plucks
a
few
blackberries
from
the
bushes
around
us
.
"
And
may
the
odds
-
"
He
tosses
a
berry
in
a
high
arc
toward
me
.
I
catch
it
in
my
mouth
and
break
the
delicate
skin
with
my
teeth
.
The
sweet
tartness
explodes
across
my
tongue
.
"
-
be
ever
in
your
favor
!
"
I
finish
with
equal
verve
.
We
have
to
joke
about
it
because
the
alternative
is
to
be
scared
out
of
your
wits
.
Besides
,
the
Capitol
accent
is
so
affected
,
almost
anything
sounds
funny
in
it
.
I
watch
as
Gale
pulls
out
his
knife
and
slices
the
bread
.
He
could
be
my
brother
.
Straight
black
hair
,
olive
skin
,
we
even
have
the
same
gray
eyes
.
But
we
're
not
related
,
at
least
not
closely
.
Most
of
the
families
who
work
the
mines
resemble
one
another
this
way
.
That
's
why
my
mother
and
Prim
,
with
their
light
hair
and
blue
eyes
,
always
look
out
of
place
.
They
are
.
My
mother
's
parents
were
part
of
the
small
merchant
class
that
caters
to
officials
,
Peacekeepers
,
and
the
occasional
Seam
customer
.
They
ran
an
apothecary
shop
in
the
nicer
part
of
District
12
.
Since
almost
no
one
can
afford
doctors
,
apothecaries
are
our
healers
.
My
father
got
to
know
my
mother
because
on
his
hunts
he
would
sometimes
collect
medicinal
herbs
and
sell
them
to
her
shop
to
be
brewed
into
remedies
.
She
must
have
really
loved
him
to
leave
her
home
for
the
Seam
.
I
try
to
remember
that
when
all
I
can
see
is
the
woman
who
sat
by
,
blank
and
unreachable
,
while
her
children
turned
to
skin
and
bones
.
I
try
to
forgive
her
for
my
father
's
sake
.
But
to
be
honest
,
I
'm
not
the
forgiving
type
.
Gale
spreads
the
bread
slices
with
the
soft
goat
cheese
,
carefully
placing
a
basil
leaf
on
each
while
I
strip
the
bushes
of
their
berries
.
We
settle
back
in
a
nook
in
the
rocks
.
From
this
place
,
we
are
invisible
but
have
a
clear
view
of
the
valley
,
which
is
teeming
with
summer
life
,
greens
to
gather
,
roots
to
dig
,
fish
iridescent
in
the
sunlight
.
The
day
is
glorious
,
with
a
blue
sky
and
soft
breeze
.
The
food
's
wonderful
,
with
the
cheese
seeping
into
the
warm
bread
and
the
berries
bursting
in
our
mouths
.
Everything
would
be
perfect
if
this
really
was
a
holiday
,
if
all
the
day
off
meant
was
roaming
the
mountains
with
Gale
,
hunting
for
tonight
's
supper
.
But
instead
we
have
to
be
standing
in
the
square
at
two
o'clock
waiting
for
the
names
to
be
called
out
.
"
We
could
do
it
,
you
know
,
"
Gale
says
quietly
.
"
What
?
"
I
ask
.
"
Leave
the
district
.
Run
off
.
Live
in
the
woods
.
You
and
I
,
we
could
make
it
,
"
says
Gale
.
