June 1941
Sorry it's
been a while since I've written. A lot has happened. Rosa was fired from
working at the mayor’s house. When Ilsa Hermann fired my Mama, rage burst out
of me and anger stirred within my tiny heart. Out of revenge, Rudy and I agreed
upon the daring move to steal books from the mayor’s wife, Ilsa Hermann’s
library. When days were down and my best friend and I were looking for some fun
and mischief, we stole a book. Words are my medicine; they are the cure to any
problem. I climb through the window, tip-toe to the library and grab a
delicious book off the shelf. Oh how the spine is rough and pages so fragile
like glass. However, one day, in particular, was the turning point for the
journey of theft for my friend and me. One special day, when my heart craved
literature, Rudy and I rode our bikes to 8 Grande Strasse, the grand house of
the mayor and his wife. When we observed the “entry-point”, the window, we saw
none other than a dictionary and once again I took it. Inside it was a letter.
It was the mayor’s wife writing to say she knows about the theft. Surprisingly,
she said it was okay. She states that next time, she hopes I use the front door
instead. I guess the woman does want a friend after all.'
Liesel Meminger
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