The Book Thief(117)

And what do you plan to steal?



He shrugged. Money, food, jewelry. Whatever I can get my hands on. It sounded simple enough.



It wasnt until fifteen minutes later, when Liesel watched the sudden silence on his face, that she realized Rudy Steiner wasnt stealing anything. The commitment had disappeared, and although he still watched the imagined glory of stealing, she could see that now he was not believing it. He was trying to believe it, and thats never a good sign. His criminal greatness was unfurling before his eyes, and as the footsteps slowed and they watched the houses, Liesels relief was pure and sad inside her.



It was Gelb Strasse.



On the whole, the houses sat dark and huge.



Rudy took off his shoes and held them with his left hand. He held the toolkit with his right.



Between the clouds, there was a moon. Perhaps a mile of light.



What am I waiting for? he asked, but Liesel didnt reply. Again, Rudy opened his mouth, but without any words. He placed the toolbox on the ground and sat on it.



His socks grew cold and wet.



Lucky theres another pair in the toolbox, Liesel suggested, and she could see him trying not to laugh, despite himself.



Rudy moved across and faced the other way, and there was room for Liesel now as well.



The book thief and her best friend sat back to back on a patchy red toolbox in the middle of the street. Each facing a different way, they remained for quite a while. When they stood up and went home, Rudy changed his socks and left the previous ones on the road. A gift, he decided, for Gelb Strasse.





THE SPOKEN TRUTH

OF RUDY STEINER

I guess Im better at leaving

things behind than stealing them.





A few weeks later, the toolbox ended up being good for at least something. Rudy cleared it of screwdrivers and hammers and chose instead to store in it many of the Steiners valuables for the next air raid. The only item that remained was the teddy bear.



On March 9, Rudy exited the house with it when the sirens made their presence felt again in Molching.



While the Steiners rushed down Himmel Street, Michael Holtzapfel was knocking furiously at Rosa Hubermanns door. When she and Liesel came out, he handed them his problem. My mother, he said, and the plums of blood were still on his bandage. She wont come out. Shes sitting at the kitchen table.



As the weeks had worn on, Frau Holtzapfel had not yet begun to recover. When Liesel came to read, the woman spent most of the time staring at the window. Her words were quiet, close to motionless. All brutality and reprimand were wrested from her face. It was usually Michael who said goodbye to Liesel or gave her the coffee and thanked her. Now this.



Rosa moved into action.



She waddled swiftly through the gate and stood in the open doorway. Holtzapfel! There was nothing but sirens and Rosa. Holtzapfel, get out here, you miserable old swine! Tact had never been Rosa Hubermanns strong point. If you dont come out, were all going to die here on the street! She turned and viewed the helpless figures on the footpath. A siren had just finished wailing. What now?



Michael shrugged, disoriented, perplexed. Liesel dropped her bag of books and faced him. She shouted at the commencement of the next siren. Can I go in? But she didnt wait for the answer. She ran the short distance of the path and shoved past Mama.



Frau Holtzapfel was unmoved at the table.



What do I say? Liesel thought.



How do I get her to move?



When the sirens took another breath, she heard Rosa calling out. Just leave her, Liesel, we have to go! If she wants to die, thats her business, but then the sirens resumed. They reached down and tossed the voice away.



Now it was only noise and girl and wiry woman.



Frau Holtzapfel, please!



Much like her conversation with Ilsa Hermann on the day of the cookies, a multitude of words and sentences were at her fingertips. The difference was that today there were bombs. Today it was slightly more urgent.





THE OPTIONS





Frau Holtzapfel, we have to go.



Frau Holtzapfel, well die if we stay here.



You still have one son left.



Everyones waiting for you.



The bombs will blow your head off.



If you dont come, Ill stop coming to read to you, and that means youve lost your only friend.



She went with the last sentence, calling the words directly through the sirens. Her hands were planted on the table.



The woman looked up and made her decision. She didnt move.



Liesel left. She withdrew herself from the table and rushed from the house.



Rosa held open the gate and they started running to number forty-five. Michael Holtzapfel remained stranded on Himmel Street.



Come on! Rosa implored him, but the returned soldier hesitated. He was just about to make his way back inside when something turned him around. His mutilated hand was the only thing attached to the gate, and shamefully, he dragged it free and followed.