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in District 12. That’s a day where no matter what you put in
your belly, it’s never enough. Having nothing to do but sit in a
tree makes it worse, so I decide to give into it. After all, I’ve
lost a lot of weight in the arena, I need some extra calories.
And having the bow and arrows makes me far more confident
about my future prospects.
I slowly peel and eat a handful of nuts. My last cracker. The
groosling neck. That’s good because it takes time to pick clean.
Finally, a groosling wing and the bird is history. But it’s a hollow
day, and even with all that I start daydreaming about
food. Particularly the decadent dishes served in the Capitol.
The chicken in creamy orange sauce. The cakes and pudding.
Bread with butter. Noodles in green sauce. The lamb and dried
plum stew. I suck on a few mint leaves and tell myself to get
over it. Mint is good because we drink mint tea after supper
often, so it tricks my stomach into thinking eating time is over.
Sort of.
Dangling up in the tree, with the sun warming me, a mouthful
of mint, my bow and arrows at hand . . . this is the most relaxed
I’ve been since I’ve entered the arena. If only Rue would
show up, and we could clear out. As the shadows grow, so
does my restlessness. By late afternoon, I’ve resolved to go
looking for her. I can at least visit the spot where she set the
third fire and see if there are any clues to her whereabouts.
Before I go, I scatter a few mint leaves around our old
campfire. Since we gathered these some distance away, Rue
will understand I’ve been here, while they’ll mean nothing to
the Careers.
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