The original
The roof
is not lit at night, but as soon as my bare feet reach its tiled surface I see
his silhouette, black against the lights that shine endlessly in the
Capitol. There's quite a commotion going
on down in the streets, music and singing and car horns, none of ehich I could
hear through the thick glass window panels in my room. I could slip away now, without him noticing
me; he wouldn't hear me over the din.
But the night air's so sweet, I can't bear returning to that stuffy cage
of a room. And what difference does it
make? Whether we speak or not?
My feet move soundlessly across the
tiles. I'm only a yard behind him when I
say, "You should be getting some sleep."
He starts
but doesn't turn. I can see him give his
head a slight shake. "I didn't want
to miss the party. It's for us, after
all."
I come up
beside him and lean over the edge of the rail.
The wide streets are full of dancing people. I squint to make out their tiny figures in
more detail. "Are they in
costume?"
"Who
could tell?" Peeta answers.
"With all the crazy clothes they wear here. Couldn't sleep either?"
"Couldn't
turn my mind off," I say.
"Thinking
of your family?" he asks.
"No,"
I admit a bit guiltily. "All I can
do is wonder about tomorrow. Which is
pointless, of course."
Collins,
Suzanne, The Hunger Games, Scholastic
Inc., 2008, p.148
After 20 minutes in the Austen Oven:
The roof
was not lit at night, but Katniss could see Mr Everdeen standing against the
dying remainder of the sun's rays, watching the commotion of the singing
parties, and the crush of carriages, in the street below. She considered slipping back to her room, as
surely he would not notice her above the din; but her room seemed to her to be
shut away and without any interest, and if they did have to speak to each
other, surely it would not signify.
"Why, Mr Mellark, you should be resting now," she said. Peeta started but he did not turn around to
face her. "I did not wish to miss
the party," he replied. "It is
for us, after all."
Katniss
approached the window and saw the dancing throngs for herself. "Are they in costumes, Mr Mellark? Can you tell?"
"I
cannot say. I am not well enough
acquainted with this place. Could you
not sleep either, Miss Everdeen?"
"I
could not."
"Is
it you family that keeps you?"
"No," Katniss answered with some embarrassment. "I can't help wondering about the morrow. Which does not help, I know."
"No," Katniss answered with some embarrassment. "I can't help wondering about the morrow. Which does not help, I know."
Ophelia, The Austen Oven, 2012
Katniss was bewildered by her emotion; and felt that she must not let Mr Everdeen know. |