[[Katniss POV]]
It's been five months since I got back home and I just don't know what to do. I can't just sit here, doing nothing. But what can I do? I decide to visit Haymitch, I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. He probably won't be awake yet. I tell Peeta and he looks like he is going to complain but he doesn't. He nods and passes me my fleece. It's freezing outside. I shovel as much snow from the drive that I can. I push open the door to Haymitch's house. It has never been so tidy, everything is arranged neatly, excluding the many empty liquor bottles on the floor in the kitchen. He must be upstairs. As I shuffled up the steps, I hear talking. Who could he possibly be talking to at eight in the morning? The bedroom door is slightly ajar so I peer through it. Haymitch and a women who looks around 5 years younger than him, sit looking at a book, laughing and chatting. I'm certain I have seen her before somewhere though I can't remember where. I have never seen Haymitch smile like that, he is really happy. I feel a slight tinge of jealousy, I don't like him like that obviously, but he was always my friend who I could talk to whenever. He plants a kiss on her cheek and she giggles. Now, he isn't alone anymore, I don't think I can talk to Peeta because he doesn't always relate to me. I know I have no right to be but I'm angry, furious in fact. The woman glances up at me and I don't think anyone has ever looked at me with such hatred. I back out and rush down the stairs but Haymitch follows me.
[[Haymitch POV]]
I stumble on a step and tumble down the stairs. I knock into Katniss who then falls over too. "Damn, Katniss." She gets up and once again tries to leave. I grab her arm as I'm certain she will once again find some way to take this personally. "Wait. Will you just listen for once?" I shout in her ear.
"What?"
"Why are you in here so early?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"Well, here I am..."
Katniss shakes her head, avoiding my eye. "I don't want to interrupt anything." I don't understand her problem, I'll talk to her if she wants. "Don't blame Sierra. Don't." I whisper. Katniss has Peeta, who do I have? She yanks her arm back and storms out of the house. I massage my head with my fingers then I walk over to the telephone that I had put in when I got back. I dial Peeta and Katniss' number, hoping its Peeta who will answer. Luckily it is. "Peeta, can you send Katniss over tomorrow. You can come too but we need to talk, she needs to understand." I take a swig from one of the not quite empty bottles and hang up.
