the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第22部分 (第3/7頁)

　is。

I　say　in　a　voice　as　loud　as　I　dare。　¨Water。〃　I　wait；　hopefully；　for　a　parachute　to　descend　from　the　sky。　But　nothing　is　forthing。

Something　is　wrong。　Am　I　deluded　about　having　sponsors？　Or　has　Peetaˇs　behavior　made　them　all　hang　back？　No；　I　donˇt　believe　it。　Thereˇs　someone　out　there　who　wants　to　buy　me　water　only　Haymitch　is　refusing　to　let　it　go　through。　As　my　mentor；　he　gets　to　control　the　flow　of　gifts　from　the　sponsors。　I　know　he　hates　me。　Heˇs　made　that　clear　enough。　But　enough　to　let　me　die？　From　this？　He　canˇt　do　that；　can　he？　If　a　mentor　mistreats　his　tributes；　heˇll　be　held　accountable　by　the　viewers；　by　the　people　back　in　District　12。　Even　Haymitch　wouldnˇt　risk　that；　would　he？　Say　what　you　will　about　my　fellow　traders　in　the　Hob；　but　I　donˇt　think　theyˇd　wele　him　back　there　if　he　let　me　die　this　way。　And　then　where　would　he　get　his　liquor？　So　。　。　。　what？　Is　he　trying　to　make　me　suffer　for　defying　him？　Is　he　directing　all　the　sponsors　toward　Peeta？　Is　he　just　too　drunk　to　even　notice　whatˇs　going　on　at　the　moment？　Somehow　I　donˇt　believe　that　and　I　donˇt　believe　heˇs　trying　to　kill　me　off　by　neglect；　either。　He　has；　in　fact；　in　his　own　unpleasant　way；　genuinely　been　trying　to　prepare　me　for　this。　Then　what　is　going　on？

I　bury　my　face　in　my　hands。　Thereˇs　no　danger　of　tears　now；　I　couldnˇt　produce　one　to　save　my　life。　What　is　Haymitch　doing？　Despite　my　anger；　hatred；　and　suspicions；　a　small　voice　in　the　back　of　my　head　whispers　an　answer。

Maybe　heˇs　sending　you　a　message；　it　says。　A　message。　Saying　what？　Then　I　know。　Thereˇs　only　one　good　reason　Haymitch　could　be　withholding　water　from　me。　Because　he　knows　Iˇve　almost　found　it。

I　grit　my　teeth　and　pull　myself　to　my　feet。　My　backpack　seems　to　have　tripled　in　weight。　I　fin