He says found him and Liesel guesses that means his son didn't come here with him. She wonders if he fostered him like Mama and Papa did for her. He's lucky too then, to not live in the Home, but Liesel doesn't say that. It would be ungrateful and the kind of thing that would get her walloped with the wooden spoon.

She nods when he asks about Germany. "I lived in Molching," she tells him. "It's not far from Munich." Only a little way out of the city, and she's surprised to hear he might have been near her home. No one else here has ever heard of it, certainly not a little street named after Heaven. Then again, there's nothing left of Himmel Street now, so she supposes that makes sense.

Liesel hesitates a moment, looking at the floor. "There's not much of home left," she says, mainly to the ground. She hadn't told Nicaise, even when she had arrived covered in ash and soot and the remains of her home. But he seems like someone she could trust, maybe, and she feels like someone ought to know about the home she left behind.