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ok at him long； because the time whizzes by and before you know it； itll be 4 p。m。 and the pedantic dr。 dussel will be standing with the clock in his hand because im one minute ；late clearing off the table。
yours； anne
saturday； august 7； 1943
dearest kitty；
a few weeks ago i started writing a story； something i made up from beginning to end； and ive enjoyed it so much that the products of my pen are piling up。
yours； anne
monday； august 9； 1943
dearest kitty；
we now continue with a typical day in the annex。 since weve already had lunch； its time to describe dinner。
mr。 van daan。 is served first； and takes a generous portion of whatever he likes。
usually joins in the conversation； never fails to give his opinion。 once hes spoken； his word is final。 if anyone dares to suggest otherwise； mr。 van d。 can put up a good fight。 oh； he can hiss like a cat。 。 。 but id rather he didnt。 once youve seen it； you never want to see it again。 his opinion is the best； he knows the most about everything。 granted； the man has a good head on his shoulders； but its swelled to no small degree。
madame。 actually； the best thing would be to say nothing。 some days； especially when a foul mood is on the way； her face is hard to read。 if you analyze the discussions； you realize shes not the subject； but the guilty party！ a fact everyone prefers to ignore。 even so； you could call her the instigator。 stirring up trouble； now thats what mrs。 van daan calls fun。 stirring up trouble between mrs。 frank and anne。 margot and mr。 frank aren t qwte as easy。
but lets return to the table。 mrs。 van d。 may think she doesnt always get enough； but thats not the case。 the choicest potatoes； the tastiest morsel； the tenderest bit of whatever there is； thats madames motto。 the others can all have their turn； as long as i get the best。 （exactly what she accuses anne frank of doing。） her second watchword is： keep talking。 as long as somebodys listening； it doesnt seem to occur to her to wonder whether theyre interested。 she must think that whatever mrs。 van daan says will interest everyone。
smile coquettishly； pretend you know everything； offer everyone a piece of advice and mother them …… thats sure to make a good impression。 but if you take a better look； the good impression fades。 one； shes hardworking； two； cheerful； three； coquettish …… and sometimes a cute face。 thats petronella van daan。
the third diner。 says very little。 young mr。 van daan is usually quiet and hardly makes his presence known。 as far as his appetite is concerned； hes a danaldean vessel that never gets full。 even after the most substantial meal； he can look you calmly in the eye and claim he could have eaten twice as much。
number four …… margot。 eats like a bird and doesnt talk at all。 she eats only vegetables and fruit。 〃spoiled；〃 in the opinion of the van daans。 〃too little exercise and fresh air；〃 in ours。
beside her …… mama。 has a hearty appetite； does her share of the talking。 no one has the impression； as they do with mrs。 van daan； that this is a housewife。 whats the difference between the two？ well； mrs。 van d。 does the cooking and mother does the dishes and polishes the furniture。
numbers six and seven。 i wont say much about father and me。 the former is the most modest person at the table。 he always looks to see whether the others have been served first。 he needs nothing for himself； the best things are for the children。
hes goodness personified。 seated next to him is the annexs little bundle of nerves。
dussel。 help yourself； keep your eyes on the food； eat and dont talk。 and if you have to say something； then for goodness sake talk about food。 that doesnt lead to quarrels； just to bragging。 he consumes enormous portions； and 〃no〃 is not part of his vocabulary； whether the food is good or bad。
pants that e up to his chest； a red jacket； black patent…leather slippers and horn…rimmed glasses …… thats how he looks when hes at work at the little table； always studying and never progressing。 this is interrupted only by his afternoon nap； food and …… his favorite spot …… the bathroom。 three； four or five times a day theres bound to be someone waiting outside the bathroom door； hopping impatiently from one foot to another； trying to hold it in and barely managing。 does dussel care？
not a whit。 from seven…fifteen to seven…thirty； from twelve…thirty to one； from two to two…fifteen； from four to four…fifteen； from six to six…fifteen； from eleven…thirty to twelve。 you can set your watch by them； these are the times for his 〃regular sessions。〃 he never deviates or lets himself be swayed by the voices outside the door； begging him to open up before a disaster occurs。
number nine is not part of our annex family； although she does share our house and table。 hep has a healthy appetite。 she cleans her plate and isnt choosy。 heps easy to please and that pleases us。 she can be characterized as follows： cheerful； good…humored； kind and willing。
tuesday； august 10； 1943
dearest kitty； 。
a new idea： during meals i talk more to myself than to the others； which has two advantages。 first； theyre glad they dont have to listen to my continuous chatter； and second； i dont have to get annoyed by their opinions。 i dont think my opinions are stupid but other people do； so its better to keep them to myself。 i apply the same tactic when i have to eat something i loathe。 i put the dish in front of me； pretend its delicious； avoid looking at it as much as possible； and its gone before ive had time to realize what it is。 when i get up in the morning； another very disagreeable moment； i leap out of bed； think to myself； 〃youll be slipping back under the covers soon；〃 walk to the window； take down the blackout screen； sniff at the crack until i
feel a bit of fresh air； and im awake。 i strip the bed as fast as i can so i wont be tempted to get back in。 do you know what mother calls this sort of thing？ the art of living。 isnt that a funny expression？
weve all been a little confused this past week because our dearly beloved westertoren bells have been carted off to be melted down for the war； so we have no idea of the exact time； either night or day。 i