THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele

and whom I long for desperately. Mother's horrible, Father's nice, which makes him
even more exasperating, and Margot's the worst, since she takes advantage of my
smiling face to claim me for herself, when all I want is to be left alone.
Peter didn't join me in the attic, but went up to the loft to do some carpentry
work. At every rasp and bang, another chunk of my courage broke off and I was even
more unhappy. In the distance a clock was tolling' 'Be pure in heart, be pure in
mind!"
I'm sentimental, I know. I'm despondent and foolish, I know that too.
Oh, help me!
Yours, Anne M. Frank
WEDNESDAY, MARCH 1, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
My own affairs have been pushed to the background by . . . a break-in. I'm boring
you with all my break-ins, but what can I do when burglars take such pleasure in
honoring Gies & Go. with their presence? This incident is much more complicated
than the last one, in July 1943.
Last night at seven-thirty Mr. van Daan was heading, as usual, for Mr. Kugler's
office when he saw that both the glass door and the office door were open. He was
surprised, but he went on through and was even more astonished to see that the
alcove doors were open as well and that there was a terrible mess in the front
office.
"There's been a burglary" flashed through his mind. But just to make sure, he went
downstairs to the front door, checked the lock and found everything closed. "Bep
and
Peter must just have been very careless this evening," Mr. van. D. concluded. He
remained for a while in Mr. Kugler's office, switched off the lamp and went
upstairs without worrying much about the open doors or the messy office.
Early this morning Peter knocked at our door to tell us that the front door was
wide open and that the projector and Mr. Kugler's new briefcase had disappeared
from the closet. Peter was instructed to lock the door. Mr. van Daan told us his
discoveries of the night before, and we were extremely worried.
The only explanation is that the burglar must have had a duplicate key, since
there were no signs of a forced entry. He must have sneaked in early in the
evening, shut the door behind him, hidden himself when he heard Mr. van Daan, fled
with the loot after Mr. van Daan went upstairs and, in his hurry, not bothered to
shut the door.
Who could have our key? Why didn't the burglar go to the warehouse? Was it one of
our own warehouse employees, and will he turn us in, now that he's heard Mr. van
Daan and maybe even seen him?
It's really scary, since we don't know whether the burglar will take it into his
head to try and get in again. Or was he so startled when he heard someone else in
the building that he'll stay away?
Yours, Anne