“You can tell him anything, he won't pass it on.” “I know, he's a real pal.”
“You like him a lot, don't you?” Peter nodded, and I continued, “Well, he likes you too, you know!”
He looked up quickly and blushed. It was really touching to see how happy these few words made him.
“You think so?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You can tell from the little things he lets slip now and then.”
Then Mr. van Daan came in to do some dictating. Peter's a “terrific guy,” just like Father! Yours, Anne M. Frank
FRIDAY, MARCH 3, 1944
My dearest Kitty, When I looked into the candle tonight, I felt calm and happy again.
It seems Grandma is in that candle, and it's Grandma who watches over and protects me and makes me feel happy again.
But... there's someone else who governs all my moods and that's... Peter.
I went to get the potatoes today, and while I was standing on the stairway with my pan full, he asked,
“What did you do during the lunch break?” I sat down on the stairs, and we began to talk.
The potatoes didn't make it to the kitchen until five-fifteen (an hour after I'd gone to get them).
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