“Mockingjays,” grumbled a soldier in front of him. “Stinking mutts.” Coriolanus remembered talking to Lucy Gray before the interview. “Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings.” “The mockingjay? Really, I think you’re just making these things up.” “Not that one. A mockingjay’s a bona fide bird.” “And it sings in your show?” “Not my show, sweetheart. Yours. The Capitol’s anyway.”
