Page 414 - The Book Thief

It was only mud. He couldnt hold his amusement now. I was covered in shit at

Hitler Youth. Youre getting mixed up, Saumensch.

Im not mixed up at all. Im only telling you what you said. What someone says
and what happened are usually two different things, Rudy, especially when it
comes to you.

This was better.

When they walked down Munich Street again, Rudy stopped and looked into the
window of his fathers shop. Before Alex left, he and Barbara had discussed
whether she should keep it running in his absence. They decided against it,
considering that work had been slow lately anyway, and there was at least a
partial threat of party members making their presence felt. Business was never
good for agitators. The army pay would have to do.

Suits hung from the rails and the mannequins held their ridiculous poses. I think

that one likes you, Liesel said after a while. It was her way of telling him it was
time to keep going.

On Himmel Street, Rosa Hubermann and Barbara Steiner stood together on the
footpath.

Oh, Maria, Liesel said. Do they look worried?

They look mad.

There were many questions when they arrived, mainly of the Just where in the
hell have you two been? nature, but the anger quickly gave way to relief.

It was Barbara who pursued the answers. Well, Rudy?

Liesel answered for him. He was killing the Fhrer, she said, and Rudy looked
genuinely happy for a long enough moment to please her.

Bye, Liesel.

Several hours later, there was a noise in the living room. It stretched toward
Liesel in bed. She awoke and remained still, thinking ghosts and Papa and