The Book Thief(108)

Hans Hubermann thought of another Rudy then. The Himmel Street variety. Please, he asked into a sky he couldnt see, let Rudy be safe. His thoughts naturally progressed to Liesel and Rosa and the Steiners, and Max.



When they made it to the rest of the men, he dropped down and lay on his back.



How was it down there? someone asked.



Papas lungs were full of sky.



A few hours later, when hed washed and eaten and thrown up, he attempted to write a detailed letter home. His hands were uncontrollable, forcing him to make it short. If he could bring himself, the remainder would be told verbally, when and if he made it home.



To my dear Rosa and Liesel, he began.



It took many minutes to write those six words down.





THE BREAD EATERS





It had been a long and eventful year in Molching, and it was finally drawing to a close.



Liesel spent the last few months of 1942 consumed by thoughts of what she called three desperate men. She wondered where they were and what they were doing.



One afternoon, she lifted the accordion from its case and polished it with a rag. Only once, just before she put it away, did she take the step that Mama could not. She placed her finger on one of the keys and softly pumped the bellows. Rosa had been right. It only made the room feel emptier.



Whenever she met Rudy, she asked if there had been any word from his father. Sometimes he described to her in detail one of Alex Steiners letters. By comparison, the one letter her own papa had sent was somewhat of a disappointment.



Max, of course, was entirely up to her imagination.



It was with great optimism that she envisioned him walking alone on a deserted road. Once in a while she imagined him falling into a doorway of safety somewhere, his identity card enough to fool the right person.



The three men would turn up everywhere.



She saw her papa in the window at school. Max often sat with her by the fire. Alex Steiner arrived when she was with Rudy, staring back at them after theyd slammed the bikes down on Munich Street and looked into the shop.



Look at those suits, Rudy would say to her, his head and hands against the glass. All going to waste.



Strangely, one of Liesels favorite distractions was Frau Holtzapfel. The reading sessions included Wednesday now as well, and theyd finished the water-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 Rudy Steiner, her best friend, handed out the pieces of bread on the road. When they were finished, they took their bikes and hid among the Christmas trees.



The road was cold and straight. It wasnt long till the soldiers came with the Jews.



In the tree shadows, Liesel watched the boy. How things had changed, from fruit stealer to bread giver. His blond hair, although darkening, was like a candle. She heard his stomach growland he was giving people bread.



Was this Germany?



Was this Nazi Germany?



The first soldier did not see the breadhe was not hungrybut the first Jew saw it.



His ragged hand reached down and picked a piece up and shoved it deliriously to his mouth.



Is that Max? Liesel thought.



She could not see properly and moved to get a better view.



Hey! Rudy was livid. Dont move. If they find us here and match us to the bread, were history.



Liesel continued.



More Jews were bending down and taking bread from the road, and from the edge of the trees, the book thief examined each and every one of them. Max Vandenburg was not there.



Relief was short-lived.



It stirred itself around her just as one of the soldiers noticed a prisoner drop a hand to the ground. Everyone was ordered to stop. The road was closely examined. The prisoners chewed as fast and silently as they could. Collectively, they gulped.