“That’s not my reading of what happened here,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter, though, does it?” Liesl asked, arms crossed. “What your reading is?”
“I’m confident you’ll come around to my way of thinking, Liesl.”
“You should get something stronger than water, Lawrence.”
The bar was at the other end of the room, and the speeches were underway, and President Garber didn’t think that they were done with their discussion.
“I just hope it’s not too late when you realize how wrong you are,” Garber said. He was up above a whisper, and the man closest to them turned to look.
“In two years,” Liesl said, “or in ten years, or in thirty years, I’ll be dead, Lawrence, and this library’s secrets will be dead with me.”
“But you’re to keep threatening me until then?”
“I’m to keep our bargain until then.”
At the conclusion to Rhonda’s speech, the applause was vigorous. Old friends and colleagues clustered around Liesl, welcoming her back. She had a little Riesling that night. But not too much. Well before the last glass was poured, Liesl went home.
“How was the evening?” John asked. “Was the place just as you remember?”
“I’ve only been gone a few months!”
“Even still.”
He handed her a glass of iced tea from the refrigerator.
“They finally got rid of the typewriters from the workroom,” she said.
“Gosh,” he said. “I’m surprised we didn’t read about the riots in the paper.”
“I’ll bet most folks didn’t even notice.”
“I don’t know,” he said. “There might have been one or two who were waiting for them to come back into fashion. Fancy a sit in the garden?”
“If I’m not taking you away from anything,” Liesl said.
“You are,” he said. “But I’ve accomplished enough today to have earned a break.”
“Rhonda’s doing well.”
“You always knew she would,” he said.
“In a sense. I knew she could manage to juggle both roles.”
“Shall I get some lemon for the teas?” he said. He had a bowl of them presliced and squeezed half a lemon into his own glass. He licked the juice off his fingers.
“Cheers,” she said. She raised her glass of cold tea and tapped it against his. He followed her out to the garden.
“Her work is so interesting,” Liesl said. “She’s pulling in research partners from all over the university.”
“Does it make you a bit jealous?”
“Jealous?” Liesl said. “I couldn’t have dreamed up any of what she’s done.”
“Not of what she’s doing,” he said. “Of the others who are still there, doing the work with her?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But I don’t think so.”
“Want me to strengthen that?” he said. “There’s an open bottle of whiskey somewhere in there.”
“Maybe later,” Liesl said. “Seems a pity to get up now that we’re so comfortable.”
“Quite right.”
The kitchen light left on behind them was enough to illuminate the small terrace. Liesl and John reclined in wooden chairs. Above their heads, Hannah had hung strings of bare bulbs that she promised were fashionable. Neither moved to turn them on. The extra light was nice when they had company around, but near-darkness suited the comfortable quiet between them. John pulled his chair closer to Liesl’s. She rested her glass on the ground, on a patio stone, and leaned toward him. The humidity of high summer was gone, and the heat was comfortable. The moon slipped behind a cloud, and for a moment it was even darker.
“That library,” John said. “It sounds as though it might finally be turning into something modern.”
In the near distance a streetcar rumbled past, as it would every six minutes all night long.
“Yes,” Liesl said. “Or if not something modern, then a reasonable facsimile.”
Reading Group Guide
1. What was your first impression of Liesl, as a leader, as a parent, as a woman? Did your opinion change throughout the book?
2. Everyone except Liesl is extremely reluctant to involve the police. What do they fear? What are the consequences of that fear?
3. Liesl often has to swallow her feelings to get along with her colleagues and family. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt like you couldn’t be honest about what you felt? What impact did that have? How does Liesl’s isolation affect her search for the Plantin?