Dear Haymitch

I did not see that coming. You? Sober? Well you surprised me. If your plans are actually serious you have my full support. Maybe then you could have the kids over for some time during holidays.

Manners Haymitch! Do you want to get me fired? Then I swear you'll pay for my wigs! Look it's like a couple of weeks or so and then I'll come with Julius and Diana.

I just miss you so much! I wish I lived in District 12 but I can't. Maybe, when you're finally sober we'll move to you. I know you hate the Capitol but I have nothing against 12. Okay, maybe the smell.

xxx

Effie