the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第8部分 (第5/7頁)

d　promising　to　feed　Prim　。　。　。　did　Peeta　put　him　up　to　that？　His　tears　at　the　station。　Volunteering　to　wash　Haymitch　but　then　challenging　him　this　morning　when　apparently　the　nice…guy　approach　had　failed。　And　now　the　waving　at　the　window；　already　trying　to　win　the　crowd。

All　of　the　pieces　are　still　fitting　together；　but　I　sense　he　has　a　plan　forming。　He　hasnˇt　accepted　his　death。　He　is　already　fighting　hard　to　stay　alive。　Which　also　means　that　kind　Peeta　Mellark；　the　boy　who　gave　me　the　bread；　is　fighting　hard　to　kill　me。

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R…i…i…i…p！　I　grit　my　teeth　as　Venia；　a　woman　with　aqua　hair　and　gold　tattoos　above　her　eyebrows；　yanks　a　strip　of　Fabric　from　my　leg　tearing　out　the　hair　beneath　it。　¨Sorry！〃　she　pipes　in　her　silly　Capitol　accent。　¨Youˇre　just　so　hairy！〃

Why　do　these　people　speak　in　such　a　high　pitch？　Why　do　their　jaws　barely　open　when　they　talk？　Why　do　the　ends　of　their　sentences　go　up　as　if　theyˇre　asking　a　question？　Odd　vowels；　clipped　words；　and　always　a　hiss　on　the　letter　s　。　。　。　no　wonder　itˇs　impossible　not　to　mimic　them。

Venia　makes　whatˇs　supposed　to　be　a　sympathetic　face。　¨Good　news；　though。　This　is　the　last　one。　Ready？〃　I　get　a　grip　on　the　edges　of　the　table　Iˇm　seated　on　and　nod。　The　final　swathe　of　my　leg　hair　is　uprooted　in　a　painful　jerk。

Iˇve　been　in　the　Remake　Center　for　more　than　three　hours　and　I　still　havenˇt　met　my　stylist。　Apparently　he　has　no　interest　in　seeing　me　until　Venia　and　the　other　members　of　my　prep　team　have　addressed　some　obvious　problems。　This　has　included　scrubbing　down　my　body　with　a　gritty　loam　that　has　removed　not　only　dirt　but　at　least　three　layers　of　skin；　turning　my　nails　into　uniform　shapes；　and　primarily；　ridding　my　body　of　hair。　My　legs；　arms；　torso；　underarms；　and　parts　of　my　eyeb