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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Five-thirty. Bep's arrival signals the beginning of our nightly freedom. Things<br />
get going right away. I go upstairs with Bep, who usually has her dessert before<br />
the rest of us. The moment she sits down, Mrs. van D. begins stating her wishes.<br />
Her list usually starts with "Oh, by the way, Bep, something else I'd like. . ."<br />
Bep winks at me. Mrs. van D. doesn't miss a chance to make her wishes known to<br />
whoever comes upstairs. It must be one of the reasons none of them like to go up<br />
there.<br />
Five forty-five. Bep leaves. I go down two floors to have a look around: first to<br />
the kitchen, then to the private office and then to the coal bin to open the cat<br />
door for Mouschi.<br />
After a long tour of inspection, I wind up in Mr. Kugler's office. Mr. van Daan is<br />
combing all the drawers and files for today's mail. Peter picks up Boche and the<br />
warehouse key; Pim lugs the typewriters upstairs; Margot looks around for a quiet<br />
place to do her office work; Mrs. van D. puts a kettle of water on the stove;<br />
Mother comes down the stairs with a pan of potatoes; we all know our jobs.<br />
Soon Peter comes back from the warehouse. The first question they ask him is<br />
whether he's remembered the bread. No, he hasn't. He crouches before the door to<br />
the front office to make himself as small as possible and crawls on his hands and<br />
knees to the steel cabinet, takes out the bread and starts to leave. At any rate,<br />
that's what he intends to do, but before he knows what's happened, Mouschi has<br />
jumped over him and gone to sit under the desk.<br />
Peter looks all around him. Aha, there's the cat! He crawls back into the office<br />
and grabs the cat by the tail. Mouschi hisses, Peter sighs. What has he<br />
accomplished? Mouschi's now sitting by the window licking herself, very pleased at<br />
having escaped Peter's clutches. Peter has no choice but to lure her with a piece<br />
of bread. Mouschi takes the bait, follows him out, and the door closes.<br />
I watch the entire scene through a crack in the door.<br />
Mr. van Daan is angry and slams the door. Margot and I exchange looks and think<br />
the same thing: he must have worked himself into a rage again because of some<br />
blunder on Mr. Kugler's part, and he's forgotten all about the Keg Company next<br />
door.<br />
Another step is heard in the hallway. Dussel comes in, goes toward the window with<br />
an air of propriety, sniffs. . . coughs, sneezes and clears his throat. He's out<br />
of luck -- it was pepper. He continues on to the front office. The curtains are<br />
open, which means he can't get at his writing paper. He disappears with a scowl.<br />
Margot and I exchange another glance. "One less page for his sweetheart tomorrow,"<br />
I hear her say. I nod in agreement.<br />
An elephant's tread is heard on the stairway. It's Dussel, seeking comfort in his<br />
favorite spot.<br />
We continue working. Knock, knock, knock. . . Three taps means dinnertime!<br />
MONDAY, AUGUST 23, 1943<br />
Wenn Die Uhr Halb Neune Schlaat . . .* [* When the clock strikes half past eight.]<br />
Margot and Mother are nervous. "Shh . . . Father. Be quiet, Otto. Shh . . . Pim!<br />
It's eight-thirty.