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And
then
the
Peacekeeper
is
at
the
door
,
signaling
our
time
is
up
,
and
we
're
all
hugging
one
another
so
hard
it
hurts
and
all
I
'm
saying
is
"
I
love
you
.
I
love
you
both
.
"
And
they
're
saying
it
back
and
then
the
Peacekeeper
orders
them
out
and
the
door
closes
.
I
bury
my
head
in
one
of
the
velvet
pillows
as
if
this
can
block
the
whole
thing
out
.
Someone
else
enters
the
room
,
and
when
I
look
up
,
I
'm
surprised
to
see
it
's
the
baker
,
Peeta
Mellark
's
father
.
I
ca
n't
believe
he
's
come
to
visit
me
.
After
all
,
I
'll
be
trying
to
kill
his
son
soon
.
But
we
do
know
each
other
a
bit
,
and
he
knows
Prim
even
better
.
When
she
sells
her
goat
cheeses
at
the
Hob
,
she
puts
two
of
them
aside
for
him
and
he
gives
her
a
generous
amount
of
bread
in
return
.
We
always
wait
to
trade
with
him
when
his
witch
of
a
wife
is
n't
around
because
he
's
so
much
nicer
.
I
feel
certain
he
would
never
have
hit
his
son
the
way
she
did
over
the
burned
bread
.
But
why
has
he
come
to
see
me
?
The
baker
sits
awkwardly
on
the
edge
of
one
of
the
plush
chairs
.
He
's
a
big
,
broad-shouldered
man
with
burn
scars
from
years
at
the
ovens
.
He
must
have
just
said
goodbye
to
his
son
.
He
pulls
a
white
paper
package
from
his
jacket
pocket
and
holds
it
out
to
me
.
I
open
it
and
find
cookies
.
These
are
a
luxury
we
can
never
afford
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
I
say
.
The
baker
's
not
a
very
talkative
man
in
the
best
of
times
,
and
today
he
has
no
words
at
all
.
"
I
had
some
of
your
bread
this
morning
.
My
friend
Gale
gave
you
a
squirrel
for
it
.
"
He
nods
,
as
if
remembering
the
squirrel
.
"
Not
your
best
trade
,
"
I
say
.
He
shrugs
as
if
it
could
n't
possibly
matter
.
Then
I
ca
n't
think
of
anything
else
,
so
we
sit
in
silence
until
a
Peacemaker
summons
him
.
He
rises
and
coughs
to
clear
his
throat
.
"
I
'll
keep
an
eye
on
the
little
girl
.
Make
sure
she
's
eating
.
"
I
feel
some
of
the
pressure
in
my
chest
lighten
at
his
words
.
People
deal
with
me
,
but
they
are
genuinely
fond
of
Prim
.
Maybe
there
will
be
enough
fondness
to
keep
her
alive
.
My
next
guest
is
also
unexpected
.
Madge
walks
straight
to
me
.
She
is
not
weepy
or
evasive
,
instead
there
's
an
urgency
about
her
tone
that
surprises
me
.
"
They
let
you
wear
one
thing
from
your
district
in
the
arena
.
One
thing
to
remind
you
of
home
.
Will
you
wear
this
?
"
She
holds
out
the
circular
gold
pin
that
was
on
her
dress
earlier
.
I
had
n't
paid
much
attention
to
it
before
,
but
now
I
see
it
's
a
small
bird
in
flight
.
"
Your
pin
?
"
I
say
.
Wearing
a
token
from
my
district
is
about
the
last
thing
on
my
mind
.
