【饥饿游戏】16
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It was slow-going at first, but I was determined1
to feed us. I stole eggs from nests, caught fish in nets,
sometimes managed to shoot a squirrel or rabbit for
stew2, and
gathered the various plants that sprung up beneath my feet.
you’re dead. I checked and double-checked the plants I harvested
with my father’s pictures. I kept us alive.
a branch, sent me flying back to the fence at first. Then I began
to risk climbing trees to escape the wild dogs that quickly got
bored and moved on. Bears and cats lived deeper in, perhaps
disliking the sooty
reek6 of our district.
On May 8th, I went to the Justice Building, signed up for my
tesserae, and pulled home my first
batch7 of grain and oil in
Prim8’s toy
wagon9. On the eighth of every month, I was entitled
to do the same. I couldn’t stop hunting and
gathering10, of
course. The grain was not enough to live on, and there were
other things to buy, soap and milk and thread. What we didn’t
absolutely have to eat, I began to trade at the Hob. It was
frightening to enter that place without my father at my side,
but people had respected him, and they accepted me. Game
was game after all, no matter who’d shot it. I also sold at the
back doors of the wealthier clients in town, trying to remember
what my father had told me and learning a few new tricks
as well. The butcher would buy my rabbits but not squirrels.
The
baker11 enjoyed squirrel but would only trade for one if his
wife wasn’t around. The Head Peacekeeper loved wild turkey.
The mayor had a passion for strawberries.
In late summer, I was washing up in a pond when I noticed
the plants growing around me. Tall with leaves like arrowheads.
Blossoms with three white
petals12. I knelt down in the
water, my fingers digging into the soft mud, and I pulled up
handfuls of the roots. Small, bluish tubers that don’t look like
much but boiled or baked are as good as any potato. “Katniss,”
I said aloud. It’s the plant I was named for. And I heard my father’s
voice joking, “As long as you can find yourself, you’ll
never starve.” I spent hours stirring up the pond bed with my
toes and a stick, gathering the tubers that floated to the top.
That night, we feasted on fish and katniss roots until we were
all, for the first time in months, full.
Slowly, my mother returned to us. She began to clean and
cook and preserve some of the food I brought in for winter.
People traded us or paid money for her medical remedies. One
day, I heard her singing.
Prim was thrilled to have her back, but I kept watching,
waiting for her to disappear on us again. I didn’t trust her. And
some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness,
for her neglect, for the months she had put us through.
Prim forgave her, but I had taken a step back from my mother,
put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing
was ever the same between us again.
Now I was going to die without that ever being set right. I
thought of how I had yelled at her today in the Justice Building.
I had told her I loved her, too, though. So maybe it would
all balance out.
For a while I stand staring out the train window, wishing I
could open it again, but unsure of what would happen at such
high speed. In the distance, I see the lights of another district.
7? 10? I don’t know. I think about the people in their houses,
tight. What are they doing now, my mother and Prim? Were
they able to eat supper? The fish stew and the strawberries?
Or did it lay untouched on their plates? Did they watch the recap
of the day’s events on the
battered15 old TV that sits on the
table against the wall? Surely, there were more tears. Is my
mother holding up, being strong for Prim? Or has she already
started to slip away, leaving the weight of the world on my sister’s
fragile shoulders?
thought of that
scruffy17 old Buttercup posting himself on the
bed to watch over Prim comforts me. If she cries, he will nose
his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down
and falls asleep. I’m so glad I didn’t drown him.
Imagining my home makes me ache with loneliness. This
day has been endless. Could
Gale18 and I have been eating
blackberries only this morning? It seems like a lifetime ago.
if I go to sleep, I will wake up back in District 12, where I belong.
Probably the drawers hold any number of nightgowns, but I
just strip off my shirt and pants and climb into bed in my underwear.
If I’m going to cry, now is the time to do it.
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