THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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"I don't, Father, but Peter's a decent boy, a nice boy."<br />
"Yes, but he doesn't have much strength of character. He can easily be influenced<br />
to do good, but also to do bad. I hope for his sake that he stays good, because<br />
he's basically a good person."<br />
We talked some more and agreed that Father would speak to him too.<br />
Sunday afternoon when we were in the front attic, Peter asked, "Have you talked to<br />
your Father yet, Anne?"<br />
"Yes," I replied, "I'll tell you all about it. He doesn't think it's wrong, but he<br />
says that here, where we're in such close quarters, it could lead to conflicts."<br />
"We've already agreed not to quarrel, and I plan to keep my promise."<br />
"Me too, Peter. But Father didn't think we were serious, he thought we were just<br />
friends. Do you think we still can be?"<br />
"Yes, I do. How about you?"<br />
"Me too. I also told Father that I trust you. I do trust you, Peter, just as much<br />
as I do Father. And I think you're worthy of my trust. You are, aren't you?"<br />
"I hope so." (He was very shy, and blushing.)<br />
"I believe in you, Peter," I continued. "I believe you have a good character and<br />
that you'll get ahead in this world."<br />
After that we talked about other things. Later I said, "If we ever get out of<br />
here, I know you won't give me another thought."<br />
He got all fired up. "That's not true, Anne. Oh no, I won't let you even think<br />
that about me!"<br />
Just then somebody called us.<br />
Father did talk to him, he told me Monday. "Your Father thought our friendship<br />
might turn into love," he said. "But I told him we'd keep ourselves under<br />
control."<br />
Father wants me to stop going upstairs so often, but I don't want to. Not just<br />
because I like being with Peter, but because I've said I trust him. I do trust<br />
him, and I want to prove it to him, but I'll never be able to if I stay downstairs<br />
out of distrust.<br />
No, I'm going!<br />
In the meantime, the Dussel drama has been resolved. Saturday evening at dinner he<br />
apologized in beautiful Dutch. Mr. van Daan was immediately reconciled. Dussel<br />
must have spent all day practicing his speech.<br />
Sunday, his birthday, passed without incident. We gave him a bottle of good wine<br />
from 1919, the van Daans (who can now give their gift after all) presented him<br />
with a jar of piccalilli and a package of razor blades, and Mr. Kugler gave him a<br />
jar of lemon syrup (to make lemonade), Miep a book, Little Martin, and Bep a<br />
plant. He treated everyone to an egg.