Family, Chosen and Otherwise
Haymitch was awkwardly standing on the curb, watching expensive cars flash by with open disapproval. Effie’s eyes remained on him for a while, until she was sure he wouldn’t actually do anything stupid – like start ranting out loud about Capitols and how privileged they still were or how this city would never change or… But Haymitch was behaving, no matter how grumpy he looked about it.
At a loss for an excuse to leave, Effie’s attention came back on the mahogany door in front of her and she raised a trembling hand toward the doorbell. Her fingers hovered there, a few inches over the round button, without pressing it.
It would have been easier to leave Haymitch at the hotel, she mused, or with one of Plutarch’s numerous assistants. After all, this trip wasn’t for leisure. This trip was for the fifth anniversary of the rebellion and there were a lot of interviews to record, a lot of places to be seen… Well… For Haymitch who had made the journey so Katniss and Peeta wouldn’t have to, a pale substitute to the Mockingjay and her husband… He just loved being Twelve’s victor again, being paraded around without mercy and barely any respect… If he had had his way, they would have been back on the train by the end of the first day.
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