Kendra
Harry and I sat across from each other at the dining room table. We were on the same page. The Capitol wanted a show. And District 8 was going to give it to them
Harry
"So, what's the plan?" I asked.
"We have to build suspense," Kendra replied. "It's a good way to get sponsors."
"We'll give them what they want a little at a time."
"Precisely," said Kendra.
We shook hands on it and then we each headed to bed. The warmth from her hand lingered on mine as we released our grips.
Her eyes quickly flitted away from mine as she left and mumbled, "Goodnight."
