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

drooling. Miep immediately picked him up, rolled him in a towel, tucked him in her
shopping bag and brought him to the dog-and-cat clinic. Boche had some kind of
intestinal problem, so the vet gave him medicine. Peter gave it to him a few
times, but Boche soon made himself scarce. I'll bet he was out courting his
sweetheart. But now his nose is swollen and he meows whenever you pick him up-he
was probably trying to steal food and somebody smacked him. Mouschi lost her voice
for a few days. Just when we decided she had to be taken to the vet too, she
started getting better.
We now leave the attic window open a crack every night. Peter and I often sit up
there in the evening.
Thanks to rubber cement and oil paint, our toilet ; could quickly be repaired. The
broken faucet has been replaced.
Luckily, Mr. Kleiman is feeling better. He's going to see a specialist soon. We
can only hope he won't need an operation.
This month we received eight Tation books. Unfortunately, for the next two weeks
beans have been substituted for oatmeal or groats. Our latest delicacy is
piccalilli. If you're out of luck, all you get is a jar full of cucumber and
mustard sauce.
Vegetables are hard to come by. There's only lettuce, lettuce and more lettuce.
Our meals consist entirely of potatoes and imitation gravy.
The Russians are in possession of more than half the Crimea. The British aren't
advancing beyond Cassino. We'll have to count on the Western Wall. There have been
a lot of unbelievably heavy air raids. The Registry of Births, Deaths and
Marriages in The Hague was bombed. All Dutch people will be issued new ration
registration cards.
Enough for today.
Yours, Anne M. Frank
SUNDAY, APRIL 16, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
Remember yesterday's date, since it was a red-letter day for me. Isn't it an
important day for every girl when she gets her first kiss? Well then, it's no less
important to me. The time Bram kissed me on my right cheek or Mr. Woudstra on my
right hand doesn't count. How did I suddenly come by this kiss? I'll tell you.
Last night at eight I was sitting with Peter on his divan and it wasn't long
before he put an arm around me. (Since it was Saturday, he wasn't wearing his
overalls.)"Why don t we move over a little," I said, "so won t keep bumping my
head against the cupboard."
He moved so far over he was practically in the corner. I slipped my arm under his
and across his back, and he put his arm around my shoulder, so that I was nearly
engulfed by him. We've sat like this on other occasions, but never so close as we
were last night. He held me firmly against him, my left side against his chest; my
heart had already begun to beat faster, but there was more to come. He wasn't
satisfied until my head lay on his shoulder, with his on top of mine. I sat up
again after about five minutes, but before long he took my head in his hands and
put it back next to his. Oh, it was so wonderful. I could hardly talk, my pleasure