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As
we
walk
,
I
glance
over
at
Gale
's
face
,
still
smoldering
underneath
his
stony
expression
.
His
rages
seem
pointless
to
me
,
although
I
never
say
so
.
It
's
not
that
I
do
n't
agree
with
him
.
I
do
.
But
what
good
is
yelling
about
the
Capitol
in
the
middle
of
the
woods
?
It
does
n't
change
anything
.
It
does
n't
make
things
fair
.
It
does
n't
fill
our
stomachs
.
In
fact
,
it
scares
off
the
nearby
game
.
I
let
him
yell
though
.
Better
he
does
it
in
the
woods
than
in
the
district
.
Gale
and
I
divide
our
spoils
,
leaving
two
fish
,
a
couple
of
loaves
of
good
bread
,
greens
,
a
quart
of
strawberries
,
salt
,
paraffin
,
and
a
bit
of
money
for
each
.
"
See
you
in
the
square
,
"
I
say
.
"
Wear
something
pretty
,
"
he
says
flatly
.
At
home
,
I
find
my
mother
and
sister
are
ready
to
go
.
My
mother
wears
a
fine
dress
from
her
apothecary
days
.
Prim
is
in
my
first
reaping
outfit
,
a
skirt
and
ruffled
blouse
.
It
's
a
bit
big
on
her
,
but
my
mother
has
made
it
stay
with
pins
.
Even
so
,
she
's
having
trouble
keeping
the
blouse
tucked
in
at
the
back
.
A
tub
of
warm
water
waits
for
me
.
I
scrub
off
the
dirt
and
sweat
from
the
woods
and
even
wash
my
hair
.
To
my
surprise
,
my
mother
has
laid
out
one
of
her
own
lovely
dresses
for
me
.
A
soft
blue
thing
with
matching
shoes
.
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
I
ask
.
I
'm
trying
to
get
past
rejecting
offers
of
help
from
her
.
For
a
while
,
I
was
so
angry
,
I
would
n't
allow
her
to
do
anything
for
me
.
And
this
is
something
special
.
Her
clothes
from
her
past
are
very
precious
to
her
.
"
Of
course
.
Let
's
put
your
hair
up
,
too
,
"
she
says
.
I
let
her
towel-dry
it
and
braid
it
up
on
my
head
.
I
can
hardly
recognize
myself
in
the
cracked
mirror
that
leans
against
the
wall
.
"
You
look
beautiful
,
"
says
Prim
in
a
hushed
voice
.
