e hushing one another； not wanting to miss anything。 A wave of gratitude to the filmmakers sweeps over me when they end not with the announcement of our victory； but with me pounding on the glass door of the hovercraft； screaming Peetaˇs name as they try to revive him。
In terms of survival； itˇs my best moment all night。
The anthemˇs playing yet again and we rise as President Snow himself takes the stage followed by a little girl carrying a cushion that holds the crown。 Thereˇs just one crown； though； and you can hear the crowdˇs confusion � whose head will he place it on？ � until President Snow gives it a twist and it separates into two halves。 He places the first around Peetaˇs brow with a smile。 Heˇs still smiling when he settles the second on my head； but his eyes； just inches from mine； are as unforgiving as a snakeˇs。
Thatˇs when I know that even though both of us would have eaten the berries； I am to blame for having the idea。 Iˇm the instigator。 Iˇm the one to be punished。
Much bowing and cheering follows。 My arm is about to fall off from waving when Caesar Flickerman finally bids the audience good night； reminding them to tune in tomorrow for the final interviews。 As if they have a choice。
Peeta and I are whisked to the presidentˇs mansion for the Victory Banquet； where we have very little time to eat as Capitol officials and particularly generous sponsors elbow one another out of the way as they try to get their picture with us。 Face after beaming face flashes by； being increasingly intoxicated as the evening wears on。 Occasionally； I catch a glimpse of Haymitch； which is reassuring； or President Snow； which is terrifying； but I keep laughing and thanking people and smiling as my picture is taken。 The one thing I never do is