第11部分(第3/7 页)

　Games　or　some　important　government　message　on　television　that　itˇs　mandatory　to　watch。　But　here　there　would　be　no　shortage。　Ever。

Peeta　and　I　walk　to　a　railing　at　the　edge　of　the　roof。　I　look　straight　down　the　side　of　the　building　to　the　street；　which　is　buzzing　with　people。　You　can　hear　their　cars；　an　occasional　shout；　and　a　strange　metallic　tinkling。　In　District　12；　weˇd　all　be　thinking　about　bed　right　now。

¨I　asked　Cinna　why　they　let　us　up　here。　Werenˇt　they　worried　that　some　of　the　tributes　might　decide　to　jump　right　over　the　side？〃　says　Peeta。

¨Whatˇd　he　say？〃　I　ask。

¨You　canˇt；〃　says　Peeta。　He　holds　out　his　hand　into　seemingly　empty　space。　Thereˇs　a　sharp　zap　and　he　jerks　it　back。　¨Some　kind　of　electric　field　throws　you　back　on　the　roof。〃

¨Always　worried　about　our　safety；〃　I　say。　Even　though　Cinna　has　shown　Peeta　the　roof；　I　wonder　if　weˇre　supposed　to　be　up　here　now；　so　late　and　alone。　Iˇve　never　seen　tributes　on　the　Training　Center　roof　before。　But　that　doesnˇt　mean　weˇre　not　being　taped。　¨Do　you　think　theyˇre　watching　us　now？〃

¨Maybe；〃　he　admits。　¨e　see　the　garden。〃　On　the　other　side　of　the　dome；　theyˇve　built　a　garden　with　flower　beds　and　potted　trees。　From　the　branches　hang　hundreds　of　wind　chimes；　which　account　for　the　tinkling　I　heard。　Here　in　the　garden；　on　this　windy　night；　itˇs　enough　to　drown　out　two　people　who　are　trying　not　to　be　heard。　Peeta　looks　at　me　expectantly。

I　pretend　to　examine　a　blossom。　¨We　were　hunting　in　the　woods　one　day。　Hidden；　waiting　for　game；〃　I　whisper。

¨You　and　your　father？〃　he　whispers　back。

¨No；　my　friend　Gale。　Suddenly　all　the　birds　stopped　singing　at　once。　Except　one。　As　if　it　were　giving　a　warning　call。　And　then　we　saw　her。　Iˇm　sure　it　was　the　same　girl。　A　boy　w