the hunger games-飢餓遊戲(英文版)

第13部分 (第4/7頁)

s　tend　to　gather　rowdily　around　one　table；　as　if　to　prove　their　superiority；　that　they　have　no　fear　of　one　another　and　consider　the　rest　of　us　beneath　notice。　Most　of　the　other　tributes　sit　alone；　like　lost　sheep。　No　one　says　a　word　to　us。　Peeta　and　I　eat　together；　and　since　Haymitch　keeps　dogging　us　about　it；　try　to　keep　up　a　friendly　conversation　during　the　meals。

Itˇs　not　easy　to　find　a　topic。　Talking　of　home　is　painful。　Talking　of　the　present　unbearable。　One　day；　Peeta　empties　our　breadbasket　and　points　out　how　they　have　been　careful　to　include　types　from　the　districts　along　with　the　refined　bread　of　the　Capitol。　The　fish…shaped　loaf　tinted　green　with　seaweed　from　District　4。　The　crescent　moon　roll　dotted　with　seeds　from　District　11。　Somehow；　although　itˇs　made　from　the　same　stuff；　it　looks　a　lot　more　appetizing　than　the　ugly　drop　biscuits　that　are　the　standard　fare　at　home。

¨And　there　you　have　it；〃　says　Peeta；　scooping　the　breads　back　in　the　basket。

¨You　certainly　know　a　lot；〃　I　say。

¨Only　about　bread；〃　he　says。　¨Okay；　now　laugh　as　if　Iˇve　said　something　funny。〃

We　both　give　a　somewhat　convincing　laugh　and　ignore　the　stares　from　around　the　room。

¨All　right；　Iˇll　keep　smiling　pleasantly　and　you　talk；〃　says　Peeta。　Itˇs　wearing　us　both　out；　Haymitchˇs　direction　to　be　friendly。　Because　ever　since　I　slammed　my　door；　thereˇs　been　a　chill　in　the　air　between　us。　But　we　have　our　orders。

¨Did　I　ever　tell　you　about　the　time　I　was　chased　by　a　bear？〃　I　ask。

¨No；　but　it　sounds　fascinating；〃　says　Peeta。

I　try　and　animate　my　face　as　I　recall　the　event；　a　true　story；　in　which　Iˇd　foolishly　challenged　a　black　bear　over　the　rights　to　a　beehive。　Peeta　laughs　and　asks　questions　right　on　cue。　Heˇs　much　better　at　this　than　I