第6部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

ge　of　human　vocal　sounds；　from　a　childˇs　high…pitched　warble　to　a　manˇs　deep　tones。　And　they　could　re…create　songs。　Not　just　a　few　notes；　but　whole　songs　with　multiple　verses；　if　you　had　the　patience　to　sing　them　and　if　they　liked　your　voice。　My　father　was　particularly　fond　of　mockingjays。　When　we　went　hunting；　he　would　whistle　or　sing　plicated　songs　to　them　and；　after　a　polite　pause；　theyˇd　always　sing　back。　Not　everyone　is　treated　with　such　respect。　But　whenever　my　father　sang；　all　the　birds　in　the　area　would　fall　silent　and　listen。　His　voice　was　that　beautiful；　high　and　clear　and　so　filled　with　life　it　made　you　want　to　laugh　and　cry　at　the　same　time。　I　could　never　bring　myself　to　continue　the　practice　after　he　was　gone。　Still；　thereˇs　something　forting　about　the　little　bird。　Itˇs　like　having　a　piece　of　my　father　with　me；　protecting　me。　I　fasten　the　pin　onto　my　shirt；　and　with　the　dark　green　fabric　as　a　background；　I　can　almost　imagine　the　mockingjay　flying　through　the　trees。

Effie　Trinket　es　to　collect　me　for　supper。　I　follow　her　through　the　narrow；　rocking　corridor　into　a　dining　room　with　polished　paneled　walls。　Thereˇs　a　table　where　all　the　dishes　are　highly　breakable。　Peeta　Mellark　sits　waiting　for　us；　the　chair　next　to　him　empty。

¨Whereˇs　Haymitch？〃　asks　Effie　Trinket　brightly。

¨Last　time　I　saw　him；　he　said　he　was　going　to　take　a　nap；〃　says　Peeta。

¨Well；　itˇs　been　an　exhausting　day；〃　says　Effie　Trinket。　I　think　sheˇs　relieved　by　Haymitchˇs　absence；　and　who　can　blame　her？

The　supper　es　in　courses。　A　thick　carrot　soup；　green　salad；　lamb　chops　and　mashed　potatoes；　cheese　and　fruit；　a　chocolate　cake。　Throughout　the　meal；　Effie　Trinket　keeps　reminding　us　to　save　space　because　thereˇs　more　to　e。　But　Iˇm　stuffing　myself　because　Iˇve　ne