Years had passed since they last saw each other that terrible day on Munich Street. Max found Liesel almost a woman now, although at 17 she was still a child. The war had made her an adult before time, but some traces of innocence were still there. She still loved books, although she didn't steal them anymore...and she loved Max...
The appartment had only one bedroom and since both refused to let the other one sleep in the hall, they placed there two small beds and separated them with a bedside table. Together they painted the walls and arranged some curtains. Ilsa Hermann was very happy when she visited and found out Max had survived, knowing how much Liesel had prayed and cried for him. She brought for them some food and warm blankets for the winter. Her love for them had probably something to do with the fact that she had noone else to take care of. She was glad to help.
The first night together was terrible. Screams and sobs woke Liesel in the middle of her sleep. "What is it Max? Are you hurt? Are you sick?", the girl didn't know how to help him. She felt his forehead, but he was not warm. So Liesel just held him against her chest. She remembered the small chocolate bar she had been saving in her drawer. She unwrapped it and offered it to Max trying to comfort him. He smiled weakly as Liesel broke it and fed him a piece. "Sorry I woke you, Liesel. It was only a bad dream, that's all..." She held him in her arms until he was asleep. Then she carefully laid him down and covered him. Liesel would get no rest that night, lying awake in her bed, watching Max sleep and wondering what he dreamed of.
The appartment had only one bedroom and since both refused to let the other one sleep in the hall, they placed there two small beds and separated them with a bedside table. Together they painted the walls and arranged some curtains. Ilsa Hermann was very happy when she visited and found out Max had survived, knowing how much Liesel had prayed and cried for him. She brought for them some food and warm blankets for the winter. Her love for them had probably something to do with the fact that she had noone else to take care of. She was glad to help.
The first night together was terrible. Screams and sobs woke Liesel in the middle of her sleep. "What is it Max? Are you hurt? Are you sick?", the girl didn't know how to help him. She felt his forehead, but he was not warm. So Liesel just held him against her chest. She remembered the small chocolate bar she had been saving in her drawer. She unwrapped it and offered it to Max trying to comfort him. He smiled weakly as Liesel broke it and fed him a piece. "Sorry I woke you, Liesel. It was only a bad dream, that's all..." She held him in her arms until he was asleep. Then she carefully laid him down and covered him. Liesel would get no rest that night, lying awake in her bed, watching Max sleep and wondering what he dreamed of.
