“Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take prim's place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and hold it out to me. It is an old and rarely use gesture of our district, occasionally seen a funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means goodbye to someone you love.” Page 24 Author:Suzanna Collins