[Clove is waiting for her, all of eighteen going on nineteen, rather than sixteen going on seventeen.

She smiles when she sees Sally, rising from her seat on the fountain to greet her. Trying to pretend as if their previous conversation hadn't taken place, she offers the photograph forward.]

I just found it today. It's so good to have it at least.

[The picture is a simple family portrait, though the participants are fairly dressed up. Clove is in a gold dress, her baby girl (who looks about a month old) in white clothes, carefully held close to her mother's chest. Standing behind Clove is a boy just older than her. He's very tall and very broad, probably about three times Clove's size, really. He's dressed in a black suit. Both parents are smiling, and the blond male has his hand on Clove's shoulder. There's some tension to them both, the photograph has a very "official" feel, but the underlying happiness is genuine.]

It was taken for the Capitol. They wanted a little story about how Cato and I were, about the baby.

It... Seeing it here... It made me think about how much I need to get home.