sunday, october 17, 1943
dearest kitty,
mr. kleiman is back, thank goodness! he looks a bit pale, and yet he cheerfully set off to sell some clothes for mr. van daan. the disagreeable fact is that mr. van daan has run out of money. he lost hisst hundred guilders in the warehouse, which is still creating trouble for us: the men are wondering how a hundred guilders could wind up in the warehouse on a monday morning. suspicion abounds. meanwhile, the hundred guilders have been stolen. who''s the thief?
but i was talking about the money shortage. mrs. van d. has scads of dresses, coats and shoes, none of which she feels she can do without. mr. van d.''s suit is difficult to sell, and peter''s bike was put on the block, but is back again, since nobody wanted it. but the story doesn''t end there. you see, mrs. van d. is going to have to part with her fur coat. in her opinion, the firm should pay for our upkeep, but that''s ridiculous. they just had a ming row about it and have entered the "oh, my sweet putti" and "darling kerli" stage of reconciliation.
my mind boggles at the profanity this honorable house has had to endure in the past month. father walks around with his lips pressed together, and whenever he hears his name, he looks up in rm, as ifhe''s afraid he''ll be called upon to resolve another delicate problem. mother''s so wrought up her cheeks are blotched with red, margotins of headaches, dussel can''t sleep, mrs. van d. frets and fumes all day long, and i''ve gonepletely round the bend. to tell you the truth, i sometimes forget who we''re at odds with and who we''re not. the only way to take my mind off it is to study, and i''ve been doing a lot of thattely.
yours, anne
dearest kitty,
mr. kleiman is back, thank goodness! he looks a bit pale, and yet he cheerfully set off to sell some clothes for mr. van daan. the disagreeable fact is that mr. van daan has run out of money. he lost hisst hundred guilders in the warehouse, which is still creating trouble for us: the men are wondering how a hundred guilders could wind up in the warehouse on a monday morning. suspicion abounds. meanwhile, the hundred guilders have been stolen. who''s the thief?
but i was talking about the money shortage. mrs. van d. has scads of dresses, coats and shoes, none of which she feels she can do without. mr. van d.''s suit is difficult to sell, and peter''s bike was put on the block, but is back again, since nobody wanted it. but the story doesn''t end there. you see, mrs. van d. is going to have to part with her fur coat. in her opinion, the firm should pay for our upkeep, but that''s ridiculous. they just had a ming row about it and have entered the "oh, my sweet putti" and "darling kerli" stage of reconciliation.
my mind boggles at the profanity this honorable house has had to endure in the past month. father walks around with his lips pressed together, and whenever he hears his name, he looks up in rm, as ifhe''s afraid he''ll be called upon to resolve another delicate problem. mother''s so wrought up her cheeks are blotched with red, margotins of headaches, dussel can''t sleep, mrs. van d. frets and fumes all day long, and i''ve gonepletely round the bend. to tell you the truth, i sometimes forget who we''re at odds with and who we''re not. the only way to take my mind off it is to study, and i''ve been doing a lot of thattely.
yours, anne