((cont)) once the man left, Haymitch headed a few houses down to the home Effie on-and-off resided in to tell her that he'd done as she asked.
Effie busied herself by dusting the furniture in her dining room, that she almost never used. She sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. It had been forever since she had had anyone over at her house. It would be a nice change to invite some friends over, but she wasnât quite ready for that yet. Besides, the only people she considers as friends now are Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch.
Haymitch rapped firmly on the dark wood door (heâd venture to say it was not mahogany, but at the same time wondered if she even cared anymore). He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers and looked around. The garden was wilting, someone should water it, he thought. He briefly second guessed his intentions, standing here at her door with news of a fixed piano, pondering her horticulture. It was quiet beyond that door. Maybe sheâd knocked that whole early bird gets the word thing.
She heard a knock on the door and instantly stood up. Effie didn't know who would visit her this early. She assumed that it was probably Peeta. He's the only one that bothers checking up on her every now and then, as well as gets up early. She walked to the door quickly, having noticed how much time she had just spent wondering who it was. The Escort took a deep breath, and opened the door. Low and behold, Haymitch was there. She wasn't as surprised that he showed up, but the fact that he did before noon boggled her mind.
