"Haymitch, I'm fed up!" Effie Trinket yelled.
Haymitch said nothing. He just lay there, on the sofa, watching TV although it was off - just a dull black.
"HAYMITCH!" Effie screamed for the final time, before giving in, and perching gingerly at the end of the enlongated sofa, her head keeled over into her lap. A good ten minutes passed until she spoke again, breaking the tense silence filling the air.
Effie cleared her breath. "I understand you're upset about Katniss and Peeta, we all are, but there's no need for you to be so..so...depressing! This happens every year!" Although she said it, she didn't mean it. She had to fight to swallow down her tears.
He looked over at Effie, taking his eyes from the blank screen for just a moment. He gazed at her face, that manufactured, Capitol-perfected face. Her ridiculous wig towering way higher than it should. He wondered what was underneath there. Then he spoke.
"You just don't get it, do you Eff?" Haymitch cruelly spat. "They'll be after us. They ate the nightlock, Effie! I'm their mentor! You're their escort! According to them, we're the ones to blame!"
"Of course not! I perish the thought. They'll sort it. Just you see!" Yet she knew inside it was true.
The next thing he said hurt the most.
"Effie, sweetheart," Haymitch paused. "Are you stupid?"
"THAT IS IT, HAYMITCH ABERNATHY. I AM LEAVING AND SHALL NOT RETURN UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO SPEAK TO A LADY." Effie shouted, her throat burning, her eyes stinging and flaming up.
Haymitch got up, and strolled over to her, who was now standing by the door, her hand on the doorknob, her head turned to face him.
"You're not a lady. You're a child." He growled raspily.
Effie let a tear escape her right eye, sniffed, and slammed the door. Haymitch wasted no time opening it back up and calling after her.
It was no use. She'd already gone. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavily.