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“Maybe they’ll catch each other and we can just go home,”
says Peeta. “But we better be extra careful about the watches.
I dozed off a few times.”
“Me, too,” I admit. “But not tonight.”
We finish our food in silence and then Peeta offers to take
the first watch. I burrow down in the sleeping bag next to him,
pulling my hood up over my face to hide it from the cameras. I
just need a few moments of privacy where I can let any emotion
cross my face without being seen. Under the hood, I silently
say good-bye to Thresh and thank him for my life. I
promise to remember him and, if I can, do something to help
his family and Rue’s, if I win. Then I escape into sleep, comforted
by a full belly and the steady warmth of Peeta beside
me.
When Peeta wakes me later, the first thing I register is the
smell of goat cheese. He’s holding out half a roll spread with
the creamy white stuff and topped with apple slices. “Don’t be
mad,” he says. “I had to eat again. Here’s your half.”
“Oh, good,” I say, immediately taking a huge bite. The
strong fatty cheese tastes just like the kind Prim makes, the
apples are sweet and crunchy. “Mm.”
“We make a goat cheese and apple tart at the bakery,” he
says.
“Bet that’s expensive,” I say.
“Too expensive for my family to eat. Unless it’s gone very
stale. Of course, practically everything we eat is stale,” says
Peeta, pulling the sleeping bag up around him. In less than a
minute, he’s snoring.
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