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meal together. The stream should help guide me back to it. Before
I leave, I make sure Rue’s well stocked with food and
matches. I even insist she take my sleeping bag, in case it’s not
possible to rendezvous by nightfall.
“What about you? Won’t you be cold?” she asks.
“Not if I pick up another bag down by the lake,” I say. “You
know, stealing isn’t illegal here,” I say with a grin.
At the last minute, Rue decides to teach me her mockingjay
signal, the one she gives to indicate the day’s work is done. “It
might not work. But if you hear the mockingjays singing it,
you’ll know I’m okay, only I can’t get back right away.”
“Are there many mockingjays here?” I ask.
“Haven’t you seen them? They’ve got nests everywhere,”
she says. I have to admit I haven’t noticed.
“Okay, then. If all goes according to plan, I’ll see you for
dinner,” I say.
Unexpectedly, Rue throws her arms around me. I only hesitate
a moment before I hug her back.
“You be careful,” she says to me.
“You, too,” I say. I turn and head back to the stream, feeling
somehow worried. About Rue being killed, about Rue not being
killed and the two of us being left for last, about leaving
Rue alone, about leaving Prim alone back home. No, Prim has
my mother and Gale and a baker who has promised she won’t
go hungry. Rue has only me.
Once I reach the stream, I have only to follow it downhill to
the place I initially picked it up after the tracker jacker attack.
I have to be cautious as I move along the water though, be-
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