The Book Thief Part 36
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"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."
"The field at Hitler Youth just got fertilized." He gave his s.h.i.+rt another halfhearted, disgusted appraisal. "It's cow manure, I think."
"Did what's-his-name-Deutscher-know it was there?"
"He says he didn't. 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. He'd endured problem after problem at the Hitler Youth. All he wanted was a small sc.r.a.p 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 I'm going to-in that state ..."
He seemed disappointed in her. "No, not that." He sighed and stepped closer. "Something else." After a moment's thought, he raised his head, just a touch. "Look at me. I'm filthy. I stink like cow s.h.i.+t, or dog s.h.i.+t, whatever your opinion, and as usual, I'm absolutely starving." He paused. "I need a win, Liesel. Honestly."
Liesel knew.
She'd have gone closer but for the smell of him.
Stealing.
They had to steal something.
No.
They had to steal something back. It didn't matter what. It needed only to be soon.
"Just you and me this time," Rudy suggested. "No Chemmels, no Schmeikls. Just you and me."
The girl couldn't help it.
Her hands itched, her pulse split, and her mouth smiled all at the same time. "Sounds good."
"It's agreed, then," and although he tried not to, Rudy could not hide the fertilized grin that grew on his face. "Tomorrow?"
Liesel nodded. "Tomorrow."
Their plan was perfect but for one thing: They had no idea where to start.
Fruit was out. Rudy snubbed his nose at onions and potatoes, and they drew the line at another attempt on Otto Sturm and his bikeful of farm produce. Once was immoral. Twice was complete b.a.s.t.a.r.dry.
"So where the h.e.l.l do we go?" Rudy asked.
"How should I know? This was your idea, wasn't it?"
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't think a little, too. I can't think of everything."
"You can barely think of anything. ..."
They argued on as they walked through town. On the outskirts, they witnessed the first of the farms and the trees standing like emaciated statues. The branches were gray and when they looked up at them, there was nothing but ragged limbs and empty sky.
Rudy spat.
They walked back through Molching, making suggestions.
"What about Frau Diller?"
"What about her?"
"Maybe if we say 'heil Hitler' and then steal something, we'll be all right."
After roaming Munich Street for an hour or so, the daylight was drawing to a close and they were on the verge of giving up. "It's pointless," Rudy said, "and I'm even hungrier now than I've ever been. I'm starving, for Christ's sake." He walked another dozen steps before he stopped and looked back. "What's with you?" because now Liesel was standing completely still, and a moment of realization was strapped to her face.
Why hadn't she thought of it before?
"What is it?" Rudy was becoming impatient. "Saumensch, what's going on?"
At that very moment, Liesel was presented with a decision. Could she truly carry out what she was thinking? Could she really seek revenge on a person like this? Could she despise someone this much?
She began walking in the opposite direction. When Rudy caught up, she slowed a little in the vain hope of achieving a little more clarity. After all, the guilt was already there. It was moist. The seed was already bursting into a dark-leafed flower. She weighed up whether she could really go through with this. At a crossroad, she stopped.
"I know a place."
They went over the river and made their way up the hill.
On Grande Stra.s.se, they took in the splendor of the houses. The front doors glowed with polish, and the roof tiles sat like toupees, combed to perfection. The walls and windows were manicured and the chimneys almost breathed out smoke rings.
Rudy planted his feet. "The mayor's house?"
Liesel nodded, seriously. A pause. "They fired my mama."
When they angled toward it, Rudy asked just how in G.o.d's name they were going to get inside, but Liesel knew. "Local knowledge," she answered. "Local-" But when they were able to see the window to the library at the far end of the house, she was greeted with a shock. The window was closed.
"Well?" Rudy asked.
Liesel swiveled slowly and hurried off. "Not today," she said. Rudy laughed.
"I knew it." He caught up. "I knew it, you filthy Saumensch. You couldn't get in there even if you had the key."
"Do you mind?" She quickened even more and brushed aside Rudy's commentary. "We just have to wait for the right opportunity." Internally, she shrugged away from a kind of gladness that the window was closed. She berated herself. Why, Liesel? she asked. Why did you have to explode when they fired Mama? Why couldn't you just keep your big mouth shut? For all you know, the mayor's wife is now completely reformed after you yelled and screamed at her. Maybe she's straightened herself out, picked herself up. Maybe she'll never let herself s.h.i.+ver in that house again and the window will be shut forever .... You stupid Saumensch!
A week later, however, on their fifth visit to the upper part of Molching, it was there.
The open window breathed a slice of air in.
That was all it would take.
It was Rudy who stopped first. He tapped Liesel in the ribs, with the back of his hand. "Is that window," he whispered, "open?" The eagerness in his voice leaned from his mouth, like a forearm onto Liesel's shoulder.
"Jawohl," she answered. "It sure is."
And how her heart began to heat.
On each previous occasion, when they found the window clamped firmly shut, Liesel's outer disappointment had masked a ferocious relief. Would she have had the neck to go in? And who and what, in fact, was she going in for? For Rudy? To locate some food?
No, the repugnant truth was this: She didn't care about the food. Rudy, no matter how hard she tried to resist the idea, was secondary to her plan. It was the book she wanted. The Whistler. She wouldn't tolerate having it given to her by a lonely, pathetic old woman. Stealing it, on the other hand, seemed a little more acceptable. Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.
The light was changing in blocks of shade.
The pair of them gravitated toward the immaculate, bulky house. They rustled their thoughts.
"You hungry?" Rudy asked.
Liesel replied. "Starving." For a book.
"Look-a light just came on upstairs."
"I see it."
"Still hungry, Saumensch?"
They laughed nervously for a moment before going through the motions of who should go in and who should stand watch. As the male in the operation, Rudy clearly felt that he should be the aggressor, but it was obvious that Liesel knew this place. It was she who was going in. She knew what was on the other side of the window.
She said it. "It has to be me."
Liesel closed her eyes. Tightly.
She compelled herself to remember, to see visions of the mayor and his wife. She watched her gathered friends.h.i.+p with Ilsa Hermann and made sure to see it kicked in the s.h.i.+ns and left by the wayside. It worked. She detested them.
They scouted the street and crossed the yard silently.
Now they were crouched beneath the slit in the window on the ground floor. The sound of their breathing amplified.
"Here," Rudy said, "give me your shoes. You'll be quieter."
Without complaint, Liesel undid the worn black laces and left the shoes on the ground. She rose up and Rudy gently opened the window just wide enough for Liesel to climb through. The noise of it pa.s.sed overhead, like a low-flying plane.
Liesel heaved herself onto the ledge and tussled her way inside. Taking off her shoes, she realized, was a brilliant idea, as she landed much heavier on the wooden floor than she'd antic.i.p.ated. The soles of her feet expanded in that painful way, rising to the inside edges of her socks.
The room itself was as it always was.
Liesel, in the dusty dimness, shrugged off her feelings of nostalgia. She crept forward and allowed her eyes to adjust.
"What's going on?" Rudy whispered sharply from outside, but she waved him a backhander that meant Halt's Maul. Keep quiet.
"The food," he reminded her. "Find the food. And cigarettes, if you can."
Both items, however, were the last things on her mind. She was home, among the mayor's books of every color and description, with their silver and gold lettering. She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her. Her feet took her to the right-hand wall. She knew the one she wanted-the exact position-but when she made it to The Whistler's usual place on the shelf, it was not there. A slight gap was in its place.
From above, she heard footsteps.
"The light!" Rudy whispered. The words were shoved through the open window. "It's out!"
"Scheisse."
"They're coming downstairs."
There was a giant length of a moment then, the eternity of split-second decision. Her eyes scanned the room and she could see The Whistler, sitting patiently on the mayor's desk.
"Hurry up," Rudy warned her. But very calmly and cleanly, Liesel walked over, picked up the book, and made her way cautiously out. Headfirst, she climbed from the window, managing to land on her feet again, feeling the pang of pain once more, this time in her ankles.
"Come on," Rudy implored her. "Run, run. Schnell!"
Once around the corner, on the road back down to the river and Munich Street, she stopped to bend over and recover. Her body was folded in the middle, the air half frozen in her mouth, her heart tolling in her ears.
Rudy was the same.
When he looked over, he saw the book under her arm. He struggled to speak. "What's"-he grappled with the words-"with the book?"
The darkness was filling up truly now. Liesel panted, the air in her throat defrosting. "It was all I could find."
Unfortunately, Rudy could smell it. The lie. He c.o.c.ked his head and told her what he felt was a fact. "You didn't go in for food, did you? You got what you wanted ...."
Liesel straightened then and was overcome with the sickness of another realization.
The shoes.
She looked at Rudy's feet, then at his hands, and at the ground all around him.
"What?" he asked. "What is it?"
"Saukerl," she accused him. "Where are my shoes?" Rudy's face whitened, which left her in no doubt. "They're back at the house," she suggested, "aren't they?"
Rudy searched desperately around himself, begging against all reality that he might have brought them with him. He imagined himself picking them up, wis.h.i.+ng it true-but the shoes were not there. They sat uselessly, or actually, much worse, incriminatingly, by the wall at 8 Grande Stra.s.se.
"Dummkopf!" he admonished himself, smacking his ear. He looked down shamefully at the sullen sight of Liesel's socks. "Idiot!" It didn't take him long to decide on making it right. Earnestly, he said, "Just wait," and he hurried back around the corner.
"Don't get caught," Liesel called after him, but he didn't hear.
The minutes were heavy while he was gone.
The Book Thief Part 36
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