Tick Tock.
Tick Tock.
That's what fills my mother's dreams.
Tick Tock.
Dad told me.
Tick Tock.
Sometimes it isn't that.
Sometimes it's the call of a songbird.
A mockingjay.
And a dark skinned girl, Rue, I think, is leading her to somewhere.
She doesn't know where but she is happy when she dreams that.
And then there's Aunt Annie. With James at 25, James is married. And Aunt Annie is very lonely.
Tick Tock.
My mother can't stand roses or clocks. She hates walking into town. She ignores The Capitol.
She also hates snow. She hates everything.
Tick Tock.
