"Cảm ơn bạn. Tôi sẽ nói cho anh ta. Tôi chắc chắn rằng tất cả chúng ta sẽ ngủ ngon hơn bây giờ mà an ninh đã giải quyết trôi đi "Tôi đang đẩy những điều, tôi biết điều đó, nhưng nhận xét mang lại cho tôi một cảm giác hài lòng. | Thank you. I ll tell him. I m sure we ll all sleep a little more soundly now that security has addressed that lapse. I m pushing things I know it but the comment gives me a sense of satisfaction. The woman s jaw tightens. None of this has gone as planned but she has no further orders. She gives me a curt nod and leaves the man trailing in her wake. When my mother has locked the door behind them I slump against the table. What is it says Peeta holding me steadily. Oh I banged up my left foot. The heel. And my tail-bone s had a bad day too. He helps me over to one of the rockers and I lower myself onto the padded cushion. My mother eases off my boots. What happened I slipped and fell I say. Four pairs of eyes look at me with disbelief. On some ice. But we all know the house must be bugged and it s not safe to talk openly. Not here not now. Having stripped off my sock my mother s fingers probe the bones in my left heel and I wince. There might be a break she says. She checks the other foot. This one seems all right. She judges my tailbone to be badly bruised. Prim s dispatched to get my pajamas and robe. When I m changed my mother makes a snow pack for my left heel and props it up on a hassock. I eat three bowls of stew and half a loaf of bread while the others dine at the table. I stare at the fire thinking of Bonnie and Twill hoping that the heavy wet snow has erased my tracks. Prim comes and sits on the floor next to me leaning her head against my knee. We suck on peppermints as I brush her soft blond hair back behind her ear. How was school I ask. All right. We learned about coal by-products she says. We stare at the fire for a while. Are you going to try on your wedding dresses Not tonight. Tomorrow probably I say. Wait until I get home okay she says. Sure. If they don t arrest me first. My mother gives me a cup of chamomile tea with a dose of sleep syrup and my eyelids begin to droop immediately. She wraps my bad foot and Peeta volunteers to get me to bed. I .
