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The field at Hitler Youth just got fertilized. He gave his shirt another

halfhearted, disgusted appraisal. Its cow manure, I think.

Did whats-his-nameDeutscherknow it was there?

He says he didnt. But he was grinning.

Jesus, Mary, and

Could you stop saying that?!

What Rudy needed at this point in time was a victory. He had lost in his dealings
with Viktor Chemmel. Hed endured problem after problem at the Hitler Youth.
All he wanted was a small scrap of triumph, and he was determined to get it.

He continued home, but when he reached the concrete step, he changed his mind
and came slowly, purposefully back to the girl.

Careful and quiet, he spoke. You know what would cheer me up?

Liesel cringed. If you think Im going toin that state . . .

He seemed disappointed in her. No, not that. He sighed and stepped closer.
Something else. After a moments thought, he raised his head, just a touch. Look
at me. Im filthy. I stink like cow shit, or dog shit, whatever your opinion, and as
usual, Im absolutely starving. He paused. I need a win, Liesel. Honestly.

Liesel knew.

Shed have gone closer but for the smell of him.

Stealing.

They had to steal something.

No.

They had to steal something back. It didnt matter what. It needed only to be
soon.