Page 162 - The Book Thief

Jesus Christ.

He doesnt want to hear it, either.

The group laughed and Rudy Steiner picked up the basket. Ill take it back and
hang it on their mailbox.

He had walked only twenty meters or so when the girl caught up. She would be
home far too late for comfort, but she was well aware that she had to accompany
Rudy Steiner through town, to the Sturm farm on the other side.

For a long time, they walked in silence.

Do you feel bad? Liesel finally asked. They were already on the way home.

About what?

You know.

Of course I do, but Im not hungry anymore, and I bet hes not hungry, either.
Dont think for a second that the priests would get food if there wasnt enough to
go around at home.

He just hit the ground so hard.

Dont remind me. But Rudy Steiner couldnt resist smiling. In years to come, he
would be a giver of bread, not a stealerproof again of the contradictory human
being. So much good, so much evil. Just add water.

Five days after their bittersweet little victory, Arthur Berg emerged again and

invited them on his next stealing project. They ran into him on Munich Street, on
the way home from school on a Wednesday. He was already in his Hitler Youth
uniform. Were going again tomorrow afternoon. You interested?

They couldnt help themselves. Where?

The potato place.

Twenty-four hours later, Liesel and Rudy braved the wire fence again and filled