rom Zealand, tten message confirming t Fated in the envelope.
tter suspecting a ruse. ts close to Belgium (a letter can easily be smuggled across to travel t a special permit. An ordinary salesman like Mr. Broks ed a permit.
Yesterday Fat on anot. Groggy umbled off to bed. es later o ts over botc from under t arted talking about t t Peter says Margot is a quot;buttinsky.quot; Suddenly Daddys voice s on t, you mean.
Mousc, is becoming nicer to me as time goes by, but Im still somew afraid of her.
Yours, Anne
SUNDAY, SEPtEMBER 27, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
Mot;discussionquot; today, but t is t I burst into tears. I cant . Daddy is alo me, and ands me mucter. At moments like t stand Mots obvious t Im a stranger to even kno t ordinary things.
e alking about maids and t t youre supposed to refer to t;domestic ; t to be called. I didnt quite see it t I talk about laterquot; so often and t I act as if I I dont tles in terrible to do, as long as you dont take it too seriously. At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defense.
it be able to stick it out here.
I dont get along very bursts tairs, I find it far from pleasant. Margots and Moties are so alien to me. I understand my girlfriends better t t a shame?
For teentime, Mrs. van Daan is sulking. Ss too bad Mot repay every van Daan quot;disappearing actquot; ;disappearing act.”
Some people, like to take special delig only in raising t in doesnt need it, since surally good, kind and clever, perfection itself, but I seem to ions and my saucy replies. Father always defend me fiercely.
it t be able to jump back into th my usual composure.
telling me I salk less, mind my o, but I seem doomed to failure. If Fat so patient, Id ing my parents quite moderate expectations.
If I take a small able I loat potatoes instead, t get over ;Come on, Anne, eat some more vegetables,quot; she says.
quot;No, t; I reply. quot;tatoes a