The Book Thief(94)

Shut that kid up! Frau Holtzapfel clamored, but her sentence was just another hapless voice in the warm chaos of the shelter. Grimy tears were loosened from childrens eyes, and the smell of night breath, underarm sweat, and overworn clothes was stirred and stewed in what was now a cauldron swimming with humans.



Although they were right next to each other, Liesel was forced to call out, Mama? Again, Mama, youre squashing my hand!



What?



My hand!



Rosa released her, and for comfort, to shut out the din of the basement, Liesel opened one of her books and began to read. The book on top of the pile was The Whistler and she spoke it aloud to help her concentrate. The opening paragraph was numb in her ears.



What did you say? Mama roared, but Liesel ignored her. She remained focused on the first page.



When she turned to page two, it was Rudy who noticed. He paid direct attention to what Liesel was reading, and he tapped his brother and his sisters, telling them to do the same. Hans Hubermann came closer and called out, and soon, a quietness started bleeding through the crowded basement. By page three, everyone was silent but Liesel.



She didnt dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging on to her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your accordion.



The sound of the turning page carved them in half.



Liesel read on.



For at least twenty minutes, she handed out the story. The youngest kids were soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from the crime scene. Liesel did not. The book thief saw only the mechanics of the wordstheir bodies stranded on the paper, beaten down for her to walk on. Somewhere, too, in the gaps between a period and the next capital letter, there was also Max. She remembered reading to him when he was sick. Is he in the basement? she wondered. Or is he stealing a glimpse of the sky again?





A NICE THOUGHT

One was a book thief.

The other stole the sky.





Everyone waited for the ground to shake.



That was still an immutable fact, but at least they were distracted now, by the girl with the book. One of the younger boys contemplated crying again, but Liesel stopped at that moment and imitated her papa, or even Rudy for that matter. She winked at him and resumed.



Only when the sirens leaked into the cellar again did someone interrupt her. Were safe, said Mr. Jenson.



Shhh! said Frau Holtzapfel.



Liesel looked up. There are only two paragraphs till the end of the chapter, she said, and she continued reading with no fanfare or added speed. Just the words.





DUDEN DICTIONARY MEANING #4

Wort Word:

A meaningful unit of

language / a promise / a

short remark, statement,

or conversation.

Related words: term,

name, expression.





Out of respect, the adults kept everyone quiet, and Liesel finished chapter one of The Whistler.



On their way up the stairs, the children rushed by her, but many of the older peopleeven Frau Holtzapfel, even Pfiffikus (how appropriate, considering the title she read from)thanked the girl for the distraction. They did so as they made their way past and hurried from the house to see if Himmel Street had sustained any damage.



Himmel Street was untouched.



The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions.



There were no people on the street anymore.



They were rumors carrying bags.



At home, Papa told Max all about it. Theres fog and ashI think they let us out too early. He looked to Rosa. Should I go out? To see if they need help where the bombs dropped?



Rosa was not impressed. Dont be so idiotic, she said. Youll choke on the dust. No, no, Saukerl, youre staying here. A thought came to her. She looked at Hans very seriously now. In fact, her face was crayoned with pride. Stay here and tell him about the girl. Her voice loudened, just slightly. About the book.



Max gave her some added attention.



The Whistler, Rosa informed him. Chapter one. She explained exactly what had happened in the shelter.



As Liesel stood in a corner of the basement, Max watched her and rubbed a hand along his jaw. Personally, I think that was the moment he conceived the next body of work for his sketchbook.



The Word Shaker.



He imagined the girl reading in the shelter. He must have watched her literally handing out the words. However, as always, he must also have seen the shadow of Hitler. He could probably already hear his footsteps coming toward Himmel Street and the basement, for later.



After a lengthy pause, he looked ready to speak, but Liesel beat him to it.



Did you see the sky tonight?



No. Max looked at the wall and pointed. On it, they all watched the words and the picture hed painted more than a year earlierthe rope and the dripping sun. Only that one tonight, and from there, no more was spoken. Nothing but thoughts.