Page 96 - The Book Thief
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She asked me, Papa answered, and I couldnt say no. How could I?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Again with the whisper. She should just forget her.
Who knows where she is? Who knows what theyve done to her?
In bed, Liesel hugged herself tight. She balled herself up.
She thought of her mother and repeated Rosa Hubermanns questions.
Where was she?
What had they done to her?
And once and for all, who, in actual fact, were they?
