Page 288 - The Book Thief

My family, Rudy explained. A convenient stream of clear fluid began to trickle
from his nose. He made a point of not wiping it away. Were all starving. My
sister needed a new coat. The last one was stolen.

Mamer was no fool. Still holding Rudy by the collar, he said, And you plan to
dress her with a potato?

No, sir. He looked diagonally into the one eye he could see of his captor. Mamer
was a barrel of a man, with two small bullet holes to look out of. His teeth were
like a soccer crowd, crammed in. We traded all our points for the coat three
weeks ago and now we have nothing to eat.

The grocer held Rudy in one hand and the potato in the other. He called out the
dreaded word to his wife. Polizei.

No, Rudy begged, please. He would tell Liesel later on that he was not the

slightest bit afraid, but his heart was certainly bursting at that moment, Im sure.
Not the police. Please, not the police.

Polizei. Mamer remained unmoved as the boy wriggled and fought with the air.

Also in the line that afternoon was a teacher, Herr Link. He was in the
percentage of teachers at school who were not priests or nuns. Rudy found him
and accosted him in the eyes.

Herr Link. This was his last chance. Herr Link, tell him, please. Tell him how
poor I am.

The grocer looked at the teacher with inquiring eyes.

Herr Link stepped forward and said, Yes, Herr Mamer. This boy is poor. Hes
from Himmel Street. The crowd of predominantly women conferred at that
point, knowing that Himmel Street was not exactly the epitome of idyllic
Molching living. It was well known as a relatively poor neighborhood. He has
eight brothers and sisters.

Eight!