I went downstairs and rescrubbed the entrance for Ella when there was a second knock. I opened the door and I groaned. "Hi, Haymitch," I greeted stiffly.

He grinned and said, "Got any living relatives?"

"Just my twin sister, Ella. Why?" I replied.

"Caesar Flickerman is coming to interview the two of you—tonight at six-thirty," Haymitch informed me.

"Stylists?" I asked.

"Casca for you and Cinna for Ella," Haymitch answered.

I grinned and asked, "Who'll be watching?"

"The interview will be on national Panem tv," he finished. Then he left. I grinned and sprinted up the stairs—I had to tell Ella—this was great for us. It might even give us a way out.