Page 279 - The Book Thief

What about Frau Diller?

What about her?

Maybe if we say heil Hitler and then steal something, well be all right.

After roaming Munich Street for an hour or so, the daylight was drawing to a
close and they were on the verge of giving up. Its pointless, Rudy said, and Im
even hungrier now than Ive ever been. Im starving, for Christs sake. He walked
another dozen steps before he stopped and looked back. Whats with you?
because now Liesel was standing completely still, and a moment of realization
was strapped to her face.

Why hadnt she thought of it before?

What is it? Rudy was becoming impatient. Saumensch, whats going on?

At that very moment, Liesel was presented with a decision. Could she truly carry
out what she was thinking? Could she really seek revenge on a person like this?
Could she despise someone this much?

She began walking in the opposite direction. When Rudy caught up, she slowed
a little in the vain hope of achieving a little more clarity. After all, the guilt was
already there. It was moist. The seed was already bursting into a dark-leafed
flower. She weighed up whether she could really go through with this. At a
crossroad, she stopped.

I know a place.

They went over the river and made their way up the hill.

On Grande Strasse, they took in the splendor of the houses. The front doors
glowed with polish, and the roof tiles sat like toupees, combed to perfection. The
walls and windows were manicured and the chimneys almost breathed out
smoke rings.

Rudy planted his feet. The mayors house?

Liesel nodded, seriously. A pause. They fired my mama.