Page 458 - The Book Thief

Hes going stealing.

She ran out to meet him.

There was not even the semblance of a hello.

Rudy simply continued walking and spoke through the cold air in front of him.
Close to Tommy Mllers apartment block, he said, You know something, Liesel, I
was thinking. Youre not a thief at all, and he didnt give her a chance to reply.
That woman lets you in. She even leaves you cookies, for Christs sake. I dont
call that stealing. Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.
He kicked a stone and it clanged against a gate. He walked faster. All those rich
Nazis up there, on Grande Strasse, Gelb Strasse, Heide Strasse.

Liesel could concentrate on nothing but keeping up. Theyd already passed Frau
Dillers and were well onto Munich Street. Rudy

How does it feel, anyway?

How does what feel?

When you take one of those books?

At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wanted an answer, hed have to
come back, and he did. Well? But again, it was Rudy who answered, before
Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesnt it? To steal something
back.

Liesel forced her attention to the toolbox, trying to slow him down. What have
you got in there?

He bent over and opened it up.

Everything appeared to make sense but the teddy bear.

As they kept walking, Rudy explained the toolbox at length, and what he would
do with each item. For example, the hammers were for smashing windows and
the towel was to wrap them up, to quell the sound.