She was twenty-one years old now.
She built up her life. Slowly.
She was bored.
Liesel was sitting in her small dark apartment. She was sitting in the kitchen and thinking, what to do with her life. She had books on the table, books next to the bath, where was no water, books in her bed. She just sent her boyfriend to work.
The clock showed 7 PM. Time was swimming.
Liesel lived in New York. Max had sent her on the ship.
Max was crying. "Steal me some books", were his last words, Liesel heard.
Liesel went to the window. She saw men with black suits, women with brown short dresses and children, who were standing so correctly next to their parents, to get ice cream money and show to others, we are just way too cool. Liesel wanted to walk to the street. She wanted to walk to the big river, what was right behind the shop.
I just want, she thought. But New York was just too big. Too big for this small Himmel street girl. Too big for this girl, who stole the books. Liesel walked to the kitchen and made some grilled cheese sandwiches. She had money, but not very much. Alex gave her a bit money, because his suit´s shop began to make money. Alex gave her money, even when Liesel punched against it at first. "Rudy would love it," Alex said, and he had tears in his eyes.
Liesel´s boyfriend, Timothy, had job in the safe business office in the heart of New York City. "If I wouldn´t have these goddamn cars in my footer," he said every morning, and kissed Liesel.
Liesel loved him. Liesel made him grilled cheese sandwiches every evening before the work, they went to dance evenings and kissed in taxi´s backseat.
Liesel worked in the flower shop. After work they ate spicy food in the living room and read and read and read.
Everything seemed nice.
But.