Disclaimer: Belongs to the wonderfully talented Markus Zasak. Not myself.
The book thief stood at the back of the room, no longer a girl of words. She smoothed her dress one last time before grabbing Herr Steiner's arm.
He turned to her. "This is good, Liesel. He is a good man."
She smiled at the man who would walk her down the aisle. Her third Papa. "Yes, he is a great man."
She walked to the canopy with Herr Steiner until he gave away his only surviving daughter, not of blood relation but of love. She knelt before the priest and the rabbi with her fiancé.
A small smile approached her face as the mayor's wife, for that was still what Liesel called her six years later, read from the Old Testament. It spoke of God's promise to protect his people and to protect married couples. Another friend read from the New Testament. They exchanged vows and rings under the watchful eyes of both the priest and the rabbi. His strong hands slid the wine into hers to drink.
Then before the very end, he smashed the glass into hundreds of pieces beneath his foot, hundreds of years of marriage. Shouts of "Mazel tov!" and "Glückwünsche!" filled the area.
The book thief and the man with feather hair joined hands as husband and wife to begin their new life. It would not be easy and I saw them many times over the next sixty years, but they lived on. For Rudy. For Papa. For everyone who couldn't have their own happy ending.
Six minutes. That's all I spent on this. *pant* Sorry for the crappy content. Back to Julius Caesar.