icker of awareness of y. I saw ed.
I ed to say, quot;tell me about yourself. Look beneatty exterior.quot; But I found t it o tions to ask them.
to a close, and not t I told ticle on blus e you, of course, just t older. “
t nig, all t I o beg Peter for favors ing. But people anyto satisfy take me, for example, Ive made up my mind to visit Peter more often and, some o talk to me.
You mustnt ter, because Im not. If ter instead of a son, Id ried to make friends h her.
t before seven and immediately remembered . I ting on a cer. . . Peter Sc a book of dra t all -- t on. Peters eyes suddenly met mine, and I stared for a long time into ty broly, quot;If Id only kno; I turned abruptly aion. And t a soft, ole c mine, and it felt so good, so good . . .
At t point I ill feeling mine and aring deep into my , so deep t ill do. Again my eyes filled ears, and I at time glad because I kneainty t Peter is still the only one for me.
Its funny, but I often I sa I could even make out , crinkly velvet. Anotime Grandma appeared to me as a guardian angel. After t it o me t of Je whose in need.
And noer, my dearest Peter. Ive never al image of need a pograph, I can see him oh so well.
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, ]ANUARY 7, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
Im suc. I forgot t I yet told you tory of my one true love.
tle girl, en, I took a liking to Sally Kimmel.
. One of Sallys cousins urned out to look like a movie idol and aroused more admiration t, comical, cime every aside from t, my love ed until Peter crossed my pat-and-out crusoo, and ton suit and me in a s summer dress. At tion to t t ter all, good-looking and slender, and intelligent face. iful bro his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.
Id gone ao tryside during summer vacation, and ly told a kid, because Peter stopped seeing me. I loved I didnt to face trut clinging to il t if I continued to cer him, people would