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She saw Rudys face in the window, or more to the point, his candlelit hair. I
think youd better go, she said. Hes waiting for you.
On the way home, they ate.
Are you sure there wasnt anything else? Rudy asked. There must have been.
We were lucky to get the cookies. Liesel examined the gift in Rudys arms. Now
tell the truth. Did you eat any before I came back out?
Rudy was indignant. Hey, youre the thief here, not me.
Dont kid me, Saukerl, I could see some sugar at the side of your mouth.
Paranoid, Rudy took the plate in just the one hand and wiped with the other. I
didnt eat any, I promise.
Half the cookies were gone before they hit the bridge, and they shared the rest
with Tommy Mller on Himmel Street.
When theyd finished eating, there was only one afterthought, and Rudy spoke it.
What the hell do we do with the plate?
