Liesel wonders if his daughter is upstairs, whether she heard the glass break. She'd thought she was being quiet, but if this man heard then maybe someone else did. She takes a cautious step back, the book still in her fingers. She's frightened to put it down again, like if she does he'll snatch it back. It is his book, after all.
The whole shop is like something out of a dream, though, and Liesel can't bear the thought of leaving without getting to read any of the words. They don't have many books in the children's home, and most of them have pages torn out or drawings over the words. The good ones get hoarded by the older kids, and all that's left are ones for babies. Here there are shelves upon shelves of books that Liesel could read.
Maybe she should have come during the day, she thinks. It's a shop, not Frau Hermann's library, and she's sure he'd open this place to everyone if it were daytime. Still, she can't bring herself to be too regretful; the urge to steal had been there, strong as anything, and she knows it's about more than the books, in a way.
Liesel glances back towards the mess of glass on the floor. She does feel bad about that, at least. She's never had to break a window before, but she'd been reckless. "I'm sorry," she tells him, nodding at the mess. "I'll pay for a new window." She doesn't have much money, but the city gives her some, Nicaise had said, so if she saves it up she could probably pay him back. She doesn't know how much a window costs but she bets it's a lot.
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Date: 2017-03-12 11:58 am (UTC)The whole shop is like something out of a dream, though, and Liesel can't bear the thought of leaving without getting to read any of the words. They don't have many books in the children's home, and most of them have pages torn out or drawings over the words. The good ones get hoarded by the older kids, and all that's left are ones for babies. Here there are shelves upon shelves of books that Liesel could read.
Maybe she should have come during the day, she thinks. It's a shop, not Frau Hermann's library, and she's sure he'd open this place to everyone if it were daytime. Still, she can't bring herself to be too regretful; the urge to steal had been there, strong as anything, and she knows it's about more than the books, in a way.
Liesel glances back towards the mess of glass on the floor. She does feel bad about that, at least. She's never had to break a window before, but she'd been reckless. "I'm sorry," she tells him, nodding at the mess. "I'll pay for a new window." She doesn't have much money, but the city gives her some, Nicaise had said, so if she saves it up she could probably pay him back. She doesn't know how much a window costs but she bets it's a lot.