“You’re right,” I tell Maysilee. “You’re one hundred percent right and I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” she sneers. “Maybe you should be the victor, Haymitch. That would give you some time to grow a backbone.” Hello again, meanest girl in town. It only hurts because it’s true. She pulls out the can of sardines and yanks off the lid. “I’m eating this whole can. They’re mine.” She selects a fish and slurps it into her mouth. Boy, she really is mad, to be eating with her fingers.
I’m on her side
