I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.' 'Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn't he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?' says Peeta. 'With all that alcohol in him, it's probably not advisable to have him around an open flame,' I say.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

That should have been my strategy! By the time I’ve worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I’m watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.

I don't know what I expected from my first meeting with Peeta after the announcement. A few hugs and kisses. A little comfort maybe. Not this. I turn to Haymitch. "Don't worry, I'll get you more liquor.

You never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-" "Say we move on," I broke in.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.