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abridged version of The Whistler and were on to The Dream Carrier. The old

woman sometimes made tea or gave Liesel some soup that was infinitely better
than Mamas. Less watery.

Between October and December, there had been one more parade of Jews, with
one to follow. As on the previous occasion, Liesel had rushed to Munich Street,
this time to see if Max Vandenburg was among them. She was torn between the
obvious urge to see himto know that he was still aliveand an absence that could
mean any number of things, one of which being freedom.

In mid-December, a small collection of Jews and other miscreants was brought
down Munich Street again, to Dachau. Parade number three.

Rudy walked purposefully down Himmel Street and returned from number
thirty-five with a small bag and two bikes.

You game, Saumensch?

THE CONTENTS OF RUDYS BAG
Six stale pieces of bread,

broken into quarters.

They pedaled ahead of the parade, toward Dachau, and stopped at an empty
piece of road. Rudy passed Liesel the bag. Take a handful.

Im not sure this is a good idea.

He slapped some bread onto her palm. Your papa did.

How could she argue? It was worth a whipping.

If were fast, we wont get caught. He started distributing the bread. So move it,
Saumensch.

Liesel couldnt help herself. There was the trace of a grin on her face as she and