Yupp, I had a nice time writing this one.
Oh, Haymitch,
Is this your preferential way to communicate with me? First you offend me in a very violative manner, and then again you accept my invitation and my offer to teach you how to dance?
I really don't know what I ever did to you, but it must have been something very awful, as you really seem to dislike me. And then again you send me roses! Where's the coherence?
Is one Haymitch the drunken one and the second Haymitch is the dry one? And who is who? Is the drunken Haymitch the one who compliments me and seems to be my friend, and the sober Haymitch is the product of aggression and rudeness? Or is it the other way around?
You know, this is really confusing. That beats me!
I guess I'll never understand you, which makes me sad, because I'd really like to.
You are right, I've got nothing to do, but you shouldn't have expressed it in such an invidious way. I wonder what you think about me... Oh, look at Eff, she has no more problems than her nail polish peeling off?
You ought to have known better. But now you already said it and there's no way to live it back.
Besides, you should not have told Katniss what I wrote about her taking dancing lessons, but thank you very much for not being sensitive enough to notice that.
Alcohol-containing refreshments for Peeta and Katniss? Well, of course, but I'm afraid that you'll have to drink water. I am not crazy about you lurching about in my house, destroying the furniture and vomiting on my precious timber floor.
You feel like visiting me? Please yourself! To me, it doesn't matter anymore. But if you do so, please try and don't insult me all day long. That would be great.
Effie Trinket
