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Schwein! Youre at the wrong house. She rammed the words through the keyhole.
Next door, you stupid Sankerl.

Thanks, Frau Holtzapfel.

You know what you can do with your thanks, you asshole.

Excuse me?

Just go home.

Thanks, Frau Holtzapfel.

Didnt I just tell you what you can do with your thanks?

Did you?

(Its amazing what you can piece together from a basement conversation and a
reading session in a nasty old womans kitchen.)

Just get lost, will you!

When at long last he came home, Papa made his way not to bed, but to Liesels
room. He stood drunkenly in the doorway and watched her sleep. She awoke and
thought immediately that it was Max.

Is it you? she asked.

No, he said. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Its Papa.

He backed out of the room and she heard his footsteps making their way down to
the basement.

In the living room, Rosa was snoring with enthusiasm.

Close to nine oclock the next morning, in the kitchen, Liesel was given an order
by Rosa. Hand me that bucket there.