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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obliged to change tactics. There's a brief silence. Then she says, "Putti, why<br />
don't you put on an apron? Otherwise, I'll have to spend all day tomorrow trying<br />
to get the spots out of your suit!"<br />
"I'm not getting it dirty."<br />
Another brief silence. "Putti, why don't you sit down?'<br />
"I'm fine this way. I like standing up!"<br />
Silence.<br />
"Putti, look out, du spritzt schon!".* [*Now you're splashing!]<br />
"I know, Mommy, but I'm being careful."<br />
Mrs. van D. casts about for another topic. "Tell me, Putti, why aren't the British<br />
carrying out any bombing raids today?"<br />
"Because the weather's bad, Kerli!"<br />
"But yesterday it was such nice weather and they weren't flying then either."<br />
"Let's drop the subject."<br />
"Why? Can't a person talk about that or offer an opinion?'<br />
"Well, why in the world not?"<br />
"Oh, be quiet, Mammichen!"* [*Mommy]<br />
"Mr. Frank always answers his wife."<br />
Mr. van D. is trying to control himself. This remark always rubs him the wrong<br />
way, but Mrs. van D.'s not one to quit: "Oh, there's never going to be an<br />
invasion!"<br />
Mr. van D. turns white, and when she notices it, Mrs. van D. turns red, but she's<br />
not about to be deterred: "The British aren't doing a thing!"<br />
The bomb bursts. "And now shut up, Donnerwetter noch mal!* [*For crying out<br />
loud!"]<br />
Mother can barely stifle a laugh, and I stare straight ahead.<br />
Scenes like these are repeated almost daily, unless they've just had a terrible<br />
fight. In that case, neither Mr. nor Mrs. van D. says a word.<br />
It's time for me to get some more potatoes. I go up to the attic, where Peter is<br />
busy picking fleas from the cat.<br />
He looks up, the cat notices it, and whoosh. . . he's gone. Out the window and<br />
into the rain gutter.<br />
Peter swears; I laugh and slip out of the room.<br />
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