She removed the injured instrument and laid it next to Papa’s body. “Please,” she said, “my papa’s accordion.Ĝould you get it for me?” After a few minutes of confusion, an older member brought the eaten case and Liesel opened it. Yes, that’s what Hans Hubermann was for Liesel Meminger. One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home. Perhaps if he didn’t, she might not have ended up writing in the basement. He gave bread to a dead man on Munich Street and told the girl to keep reading in the bomb shelter.
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He had sat in the washroom with her and taught her how to roll a cigarette. It followed one of the lines down his cheek. Her expression stroked the man on his face. I walked around to see her better, and from the moment I witnessed her face again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most. A shrill, quiet, smearing note was caught somewhere in her mouth until she was finally able to turn. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones.
She would not, and could not, look at Papa. Goddamn it, you were so beautiful, Mama.” MANY MOMENTS OFĚVOIDANCE Papa. “I came and watched and you were beautiful. Did you know I saw you with Papa’s accordion?” She tightened her grip on the hardening hand. “Mama, I know that you … I liked when you came to school and told me Max had woken up. “You said, ‘What are you assholes looking at?’” She took Mama’s hand and touched her wrist. Do you remember what you said to everyone on the street that day?” Her voice wavered now. “Remember when I came here, Mama? I clung to the gate and cried.
She held Mama’s hand and began speaking to her. Slowly, Liesel walked to her mama and papa and sat down between them. She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did. Perhaps I was trying to avoid her face, for the book thief was truly an irretrievable mess. I realized at that moment that she was not wearing any shoes. “They’re not moving.” Perhaps if she stood still long enough, it would be they who moved, but they remained motionless for as long as Liesel did. Her eyes had scoured the humans and stopped hazily when she noticed the tall man and the short, wardrobe woman. THE NEXTĝISCOVERY The bodies of Mama and Papa, both lying tangled in the gravel bedsheet of Himmel Street Liesel did not run or walk or move at all. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. Their teeth collided on the demolished world of Himmel Street. Her hands were trembling, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. “God, Rudy …” She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her bestįriend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. She held his limp body, trying to keep him from lolling back, until she needed to return him to the butchered ground. In disbelief, Liesel buried her head into Rudy’s chest. “Come on, Jesse Owens-” But the boy did not wake. The rubble just climbed higher.Ĝoncrete hills with caps of red.Ě beautiful, tear-stomped girl, shaking the dead. “Rudy, please, wake up, Goddamn it, wake up, I love you.Ĝome on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don’t you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up ….” But nothing cared. “Rudy, please.” The tears grappled with her face. “Wake up, Rudy,” and now, as the sky went on heating and showering ash, Liesel was holding Rudy Steiner’s shirt by the front. “Rudy,” she sobbed, “wake up ….” She grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the slightest disbelieving shake. “Rudy?” He lay with yellow hair and closed eyes, and the book thief ran toward him and fell down. Rudy? She did more than mouth the word now. There were shocked pajamas and torn faces. She listened momentarily as a man told the others that they had found one of the bodies in pieces, in one of the maple trees. When she saw the rest of them, Liesel coughed. She sees two men carrying a body and she follows them. THE NEXTĝOZEN SECONDS OF LIESEL MEMINGER’S LIFE She turns on her heel and looks as far as she can down this ruined canal that was once Himmel Street. Frau Holtzapfel was scissored on the ground.
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