Letters, Chapter XI
Dear Haymitch,
You could never bore me. You could be explaining one of Beetee's inventions and I'd be hanging on every word. I don't care what you write about, as long as you continue to write to me.
I am going to investigate the Peethanna situation (it's what I've named them) further. I will keep you posted.
Did you hear the news? Effie and Cinna are having a child. I'm thrilled for them. They want to name it Portia if it's a girl and guess what... drumroll please... Haymitch if it's a boy. I don't know why. I told them you wouldn't want to name your child after you and to go ahead and take the name. Truth was, I wouldn't want to give our child a namesake. Not even in Prim's honor. It's holding onto the past, don't you think?
What is your favorite type of fruit?
Sincerely,
Katniss
My Sweetheart,
Flattered to know that I could explain the quadratic formula and never bore you. It's nice to know someone adores you.
Leave the trio alone. Whatever is going on between them must be controlled. I'm sure you're just overreacting.
I did, they already called me. You're right, giving my child a namesake would be holding onto the past. They can use my name if they like, but they better give him a nickname. Hearing Haymitch Bluehorn will really mess me up.
Mangoes. What's yours?
Love,
Haymitch
P.S. A box should be arriving from Beetee. It has a video tape and a player on it. Play it, please?