Page 337 - The Book Thief
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She remembered herself. Auf Wiedersehen! Goodbye!
The Dream Carrier simmered in her hands.
According to Papa, Rosa melted next to the stove the moment the party man was
gone. They collected Liesel and made their way to the basement, removing the
well-placed drop sheets and paint cans. Max Vandenburg sat beneath the steps,
holding his rusty scissors like a knife. His armpits were soggy and the words fell
like injuries from his mouth.
I wouldnt have used them, he quietly said. Im . . . He held the rusty arms flat
against his forehead. Im so sorry I put you through that.
Papa lit a cigarette. Rosa took the scissors.
Youre alive, she said. We all are.
It was too late now for apologies.
