"Hey! Hey, Mister Abernathy!"
I look over and see some real clean-cut, peacekeeper boy barreling towards me. Not again. All these stupid Capitol people either want my money or to tell me they got no booze. Both things upset me. I quickly turn around and jump inside my house through the window. I guess being a victor pays sometimes, 'cause nobdies can lock their doors like I can.
I hide out in the living room, watching the boy through the thin, filmy green curtains that Katniss bought me. Said they woulds give me some privacy or something, which would work maybe if them two stopped climbing into my house all the time and scaring the living daylights out of me.
Anyway, I watched the guy stomp up to the front porch, totally ignoring the lovely bottles strewn around the lawn, placed there by me last night in some kind of fit. I don't remember much, but Peeta says I was yelling about my mother.
So now the boy is moving the sacks of imported geese feed. For my geese. Now he can see the wonderful welcoming welcome mat, I guess. Peeta bought that for me. Dunno where he could have found it, and it's not like anybody uses the front door for anything. Except maybe knife throwing, but Katniss swears it was just that one time.
"Mister Abernathy! Mister Abernathy, are you in there?" Real polite-like, the boy knocks. Can't be more than fourteen. Of course I'm in here dummy, I think. You just saw me jump inside.
I sneak up to the door, all sneaky and stuff, and call out. "Whatever you're selling, I ain't buyin', got it?" I make sure I sound real drunk. Slur slowly and hoarse, that's right. Keeps all them importantes on their toes.
"Um...uh.." The kid stutters. Newbie, maybe. I feel kind of guilted.
Unlocking the bolts- three in total- I open the door wide and lean heavily on the doorframe and watch the shrimp in front of me. Pale face, too-big brown eyes, brown hair. No apparent Capitol citizen. That's always a good sign. And only a little shorter than my five-foot eleven. I squint at 'em.
"Yeah? You need something?"