Plodding up the hill through the mud and beaten-down grasses, he slammed his bare feet down hard. Left, left, he addressed them inside his head. Left my wife and forty-nine children without any gingerbread, think I did right? Right. Right by my…
“Why don’t we change our clothes and watch TV or something over at your house?”
He felt like hugging her. “I’ll make us some coffee,” he said joyfully.
“Yuck,” she said smiling and began to run for the old Perkins place, that beautiful,
graceful run of hers that neither mud nor water could defeat.
“What did you say to your sister when you volunteered at the reaping?”
“I told her that I’d try to win for her.”
“And try you will.”
Josh Hutcherson snowboarding while at Sundance