Maysilee’s and my eyes. She’s so furious with me she’s spitting. “What the hell, Haymitch! Where were you? Why was Maritte the only one who had my back?” She’s right. I froze. Caught off guard by the unexpected encounter, intimidated by the white uniforms, whatever. I choked. “I don’t know what happened, Maysilee. Everything was coming at me so fast and I’m covered in slime and —” “You’re supposed to be my ally! Not her! Not that fish-eating, bootlicking, wished-she-could-pull-off-pin-curls piece
Poor Ampert! He wasn’t in the story much but I really liked him. I love Beetee and my heart breaks for his loss.
Angry squirrels is no way to go.
