Page 315 - The Book Thief

Of course. The gambler grinned. Trust was already there. Hell come from

behind and kill the whole lot of them! He shouted it above the noise of the
train.

If you insist. The whistler smirked, and he wondered at length when they
would find the inspectors body in that brand-new BMW.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Hans couldnt resist an incredulous tone. A nun gave
you that? He stood up and made his way over, kissing her forehead. Bye, Liesel,
the Knoller awaits.

Bye, Papa.

Liesel!

She ignored it.

Come and eat something!

She answered now. Im coming, Mama. She actually spoke those words to Max
as she came closer and placed the finished book on the bedside table, with
everything else. As she hovered above him, she couldnt help herself. Come on,
Max, she whispered, and even the sound of Mamas arrival at her back did not
stop her from silently crying. It didnt stop her from pulling a lump of salt water
from her eye and feeding it onto Max Vandenburgs face.

Mama took her.

Her arms swallowed her.

I know, she said.

She knew.