I poke around in the pile, about to settle on some cod chowder, when Peeta holds out a can to me. โHere.โ I take it, not knowing what to expect. The label reads LAMB STEW.
Suzanne CollinsThey recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
Suzanne CollinsThen, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.
Suzanne Collins