|Geese and How to Care for Them
Author: TheDodoBird PM
The 'sequel' to 'Miss Trinket and a Mr. Abernathy' - this is a series of one-shots about Haymitch and Effie's life after the events of that story as well those from 'Time and What's Left of It.' Will it lead to something else? Maybe!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Effie T. & Haymitch A. - Chapters: 64 - Words: 43,414 - Reviews: 295 - Favs: 78 - Follows: 110 - Updated: 12-23-12 - Published: 06-28-12 - id: 8263798
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Effie never knew she liked the smell of bacon so much. Taking out the mail that had been dropped in the postbox, she went back to the porch and sat outside on the swing - just beyond the kitchen's open window.
"Almost ready," Haymitch called out.
"I can tell," Effie replied, swinging back and forth as she shuffled through the pile of mail. She stopped at a long white envelope. Setting the others aside, she opened the letter - reading it carefully.
Effie jumped at Haymitch's voice. She folded up the letter and put it in the pile with the rest.
"Junk," she said with a shrug.
"Made the bacon extra greasy for you."
"Is that even healthy?"
"I doubt it. But it keeps you happy, doesn't it?"
Effie stood on her toes and kissed him gently, before passing him through the door.
It seemed to be a normal day. Haymitch took a late afternoon nap - the result of a headache from working out in the sun for most of the morning after breakfast. Effie took over the front room with papers she had brought back on her last trip to the Capitol. She usually worked late - reading, marking things. Haymitch could never make sense of it. But it made her feel as though she was helping - and she probably really was.
When Haymitch came down from his nap, he put on the coffee on - was he nursing a new addiction? - the thought made him laugh a little. He passed the front room - Effie had nodded off with work still on her lap. Haymitch sighed and went over to her - gently taking the folder from her lap then slipping the pen from between her fingers.
That's when he saw it.
A letter half opened - Plutarch's handwriting.
He didn't know why he picked it up or what he read it - but he only looked away when Effie yawned.
"How long have I …" she saw what he was holding. "Haymitch …"
"You haven't told Plutarch, have you?"
Effie was quiet.
"And … were you going to tell me about this?"
Effie stood and pulled the letter away. "It wasn't for you -"
"And you're going to -"
"Testify? Haymitch, I have to!"
Haymitch grabbed the letter back. "Did you see the date? Eff, it's months away! How far along -"
"If I don't testify -"
"He'll stay locked up! No matter what, Eff - that man will stay -"
"And you'd like to take that chance?"
"If Plutarch knew -"
"If Plutarch knew, he wouldn't let me do this work! And it's helping Haymitch! You may not see it - but I do! There was a family -"
"Eff, this isn't about the paperwork! I don't care if you're doing the paperwork - you can do the paperwork! I'm talking about this …" he lowered his voice. He had started to shout. "I'm talking about this letter. This letter tell you that you have to appear to testify against the man who -"
"Don't," Effie said. "Please …"
Haymitch let out a long breath - trying to calm himself. "Do what you want. I'm not about to fight - not now." And he left the room.