My dear readers, thanks for reading and reviewing. I love you!
What's wrong with you, sweetheart?
It's no fun at all writing with you when you're always in a snit. You know I love bantering you, and I always did, so why do you suddenly take it seriously?
Where's the Effie who used to affront me and play the "let's annoy each other"- game with me? Come on, Eff. You know I'm just kidding, right? Guess why I love teasing you? Cause I think you're okay. Alright? You are nice, and I don't dislike you at all. Only a few things about you. But that's okay, because you're Effie.
Tell me about your problems, Eff! You don't want me to think the only thing you worry about is your nail polish? So then: what's going on in Effie Trinket's curly head? Big worries, huh?
I think that you are very well interested in us going to visit you. I know you'd be excited to see us, so prepare yourself and your house. Better you cover the precious timber floor with a tarp, so that I won't puke on it. (Oh, Eff, that annotation of yours wasn't well-mannered at all!)
And as you really seem to rack your brain about the drunk and the dry me: they don't exist. There's just me, and I like you, but at the same time you have no idea of anything besides Effie stuff. That's funny.
Try and stop being pissed of. Really, we like you.
Haymitch.
My dear Haymitch,
Have you ever thought about our relationship? It changed a lot since the rebellion. I heard rumours... about you and me, especially about you. I heard that-
Well, it doesn't matter. It was just bored talk, as you would call it. But I really believed it.
So, all in all, I'd be glad if you started reflecting a bit about how to treat a lady you like. In former times, when the Hunger Games still took place, it was impossible for us to become more than friends. Although "friends" is a word I never used to describe our relationship, we were rather colleagues filled with many emotions for each other. But as the Hunger Games do not any longer exist and as there are no more limits we have observe, as if there is no more the depressing factor that anything we did together was preparing our tributes for the arena, I really hoped we could forget our past and come closer to each other.
But it's highly visible that this will never happen, and that is all right. We were just not made for each other, and as it seems, there's no one I was made for.
But you know me, I'm the last one to lament about that.
You are right, I would be glad to meet you. Just findsome one who takes care of your geese. I'll think about covering the floor, thanks for the advice.
I don't think, I really don't think that "Effie stuff" is everything I have an idea of. You know, I'm very well-educated and also very conscious about what is happening around me.
Send Peeta and Katniss my love. When are you going to visit me?
Effie.
PS: A friend told me to take you to the coast for a few days of vacation. How about that?