Summary : Two years after the war, Haymitch feels they have earned their peaceful
life in Twelve. That is until Plutarch comes barging back into his life
with news of a terrorist group, Effie Trinket in tow. Now, as always
when Effie is involved, everything gets complicated.
We’re closing in people! Only three chapters left! =)
Haymitch ventured outside with his bag of
crumbs and grains under the pretence of feeding the birds he had
neglected during the past few days. In truth, he wanted to keep an eye
on what was happening in his neighbors’ backyard.
Finn was running
around between the pen and the house, his chubby little arms extended
on either side of his body – playing at being a hovecraft maybe – under
Johanna’s watchful gaze. Or, at least, Haymitch mused as he reached the
pen, it would have been watchful if she hadn’t been so busy spying on
the Everdeen/Mellark household just like he had planned on doing. He
dumped the content of his bag in the pen, rolling his eyes at the
cacophony of reproachful honking, before joining Johanna who was
casually leaning against the corner of the house – best angle to see
Katniss and Peeta’s garden.
He watched as Peeta shook Gale’s hand
and then went back in the house without a backward glance. Katniss
lingered longer, exchanging a few words with her former best friend
before hugging him. Haymitch narrowed his eyes but there was nothing
suspicious to the hug. Gale’s hands remained wisely on her shoulders and
the embrace itself was short if not brisk. The girl flashed him a curt
smile and walked back inside, leaving the soldier to climb into the
black truck waiting for him.
Haymitch couldn’t say he was sorry to see him go.
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