Max took in a deep breath, preparing to make the most dramatic announcement that he could, given that he was practically bursting with the knowledge of Liesel's location and the desire to tell someone.

Rudy, however, was having none of this. He stepped closer to Max, already having waited too long for the information.

"Come on! Just tell me already!" He whined impatiently.

Max sighed. His dramatics would have to wait for another day.

"She's in Frankfurt, teaching in an elementary school. It says here that she's a literacy teacher; she teaches children how to read and write."

Rudy grinned, vibrating with excitement. I always knew she'd go in that direction.

"So, how do we get there?" Rudy inquired, his voice full of elation and anticipation.

Meanwhile, Liesel was dealing with a particularly difficult child. He had a problem with keeping his hands to himself. His name was Christoffer and it was not the first time he had gotten himself into trouble.

The funny thing was, Liesel had a hard time staying mad at him for too long. He reminded her of a young girl who had moved to a foreign place, had no friends, thought her mother had abandoned her, and had a quick temper. Both young Liesel and Christoffer were not in the business of putting up with bullshit they didn't need to put up with. Hence, their tendencies to lash out.

"He started it Miss Meminger!" Christoffer yells, instantly defensive.

"Nein! I didn't! It was him. It's not my fault he's stupid! All I did was tell the truth. That's what you always tell us to do! 'Tell the truth'"

"Ja!" The rest of the class chimes in. Christoffer was by no means the most popular student she'd ever taught.

"Have any of you ever heard of a white lie? It is a lie people tell every day. A white lie is when you lie to protect someone else's feelings. For example. I told a colleague of mine that I liked her shirt when she asked me what I thought about it. She must have had something red to eat that day because there was a huge red stain right above her stomach. She was about to do a big presentation and there was no way she could have changed before hand so I lied. I told her I thought she looked fabulous." The class didn't seem to understand.

"Look, the point is that this teacher then when out and gave an outstanding performance. She was confident."

"Rolf, you were brutally honest to Christoffer when you told him that you thought he wasn't very smart. I would beg to differ. Christoffer's brain works a little differently than yours does. That's all!" Liesel took a deep breath.

"When I was his age, I couldn't read one word." she continued. "Kids made fun of me, but look where I am now! You all need to learn the difference between lying, being so honest to the extent that you're being cruel, and just doing what's right. Christoffer is not as good of a reader as Rolf is. That's just a fact. But, he is getting better everyday. Rolf, you don't have to tell a white lie and say Christoffer is the best reader you've ever seen, but you do need to still be nice to him. And Christoffer, violence is never the answer!"

"Do you think I hit everyone who picked on me growing up? No! Because that would be wrong. A smart person would use their words to express how they felt." Liesel's little lie to the class was making her voice choppy. Liesel had beaten up the children that had called her names. Unfortunately, she wasn't allowed to tell the class that this is a good idea, so she was forced to lie. However, her speech was interrupted when she saw a very blonde man with another man whose hair looked like feathers walking up to the school. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph….