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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Miep drank ten schnapps and smoked three cigarettes -- could this be our<br />
temperance advocate? If Miep drank all those, I wonder how many her spouse managed<br />
to toss down? Everyone at the party was a little tipsy, of course. There were also<br />
two officers from the Homicide Squad, who took photographs of the wedding couple.<br />
You can see we're never far from Miep's thoughts, since she promptly noted their<br />
names and addresses in case anything should happen and we needed contacts with<br />
good Dutch people.<br />
Our mouths were watering so much. We, who'd had nothing but two spoonfuls of hot<br />
cereal for breakfast and were absolutely famished; we, who get nothing but halfcooked<br />
spinach (for the vitamins!) and rotten pota- toes day after day; we, who<br />
fill our empty stomachs with nothing but boiled lettuce, raw lettuce, spinach,<br />
spinach and more spinach. Maybe we'll end up being as strong as Popeye, though up<br />
to now I've seen no sign of it!<br />
If Miep had taken us along to the party, there wouldn't have been any rolls left<br />
over for the other guests. If we'd been there, we'd have snatched up everything in<br />
sight, including the furniture. I tell you, we were practically pulling the words<br />
right out of her mouth. We were gathered around her as if we'd never in all our<br />
lives heard of" delicious food or elegant people! And these are the granddaughters<br />
of the distinguished millionaire. The world is a crazy place!<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
TUESDAY, MAY 9, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
I've finished my story about Ellen, the fairy. I've copied it out on nice<br />
notepaper, decorated it with red ink and sewn the pages together. The whole thing<br />
looks quite pretty, but I don't know if it's enough of a birthday present. Margot<br />
and Mother have both written poems.<br />
Mr. Kugler came upstairs this afternoon with the news that starting Monday, Mrs.<br />
Broks would like to spend two hours in the office every afternoon. Just imagine!<br />
The office staff won't be able to come upstairs, the potatoes can't be delivered,<br />
Bep won't get her dinner, we can't go to the bathroom, we won't be able to move<br />
and all sorts of other inconveniences! We proposed a variety of ways to get rid of<br />
her. Mr. van Daan thought a good laxative in her coffee might do the trick. "No,"<br />
Mr. Kleiman answered, "please don't, or we'll never get her off the can.<br />
A roar of laughter. "The can?" Mrs. van D. asked. "What does that mean?" An<br />
explanation was given. "Is it all right to use that word?" she asked in perfect<br />
innocence. "Just imagine," Bep giggled, "there you are shopping at The Bijenkorf<br />
and you ask the way to the can. They wouldn't even know what you were talking<br />
about!"<br />
Dussel now sits on the "can," to borrow the expression, every day at twelve-thirty<br />
on the dot. This afternoon I boldly took a piece of pink paper and wrote:<br />
Mr. Dussel's Toilet Timetable<br />
Mornings from 7: 15 to 7:30 A.M.<br />
Afternoons after 1 P.M.<br />
Otherwise, only as needed!<br />
I tacked this to the green bathroom door while he was still inside. I might well