I do trust him, and I want to prove it to him, but I’ll never be able to if I stay downstairs out of distrust.
No, I’m going! In the meantime, the Dussel drama has been resolved.
Saturday evening at dinner he apologized in beautiful Dutch. Mr. van Daan was immediately reconciled.
Dussel must have spent all day practicing his speech. Sunday, his birthday, passed without incident.
We gave him a bottle of good wine from 1919, the van Daans (who can now give their gift after all)
presented him with a jar of piccalilli and a package of razor blades, and Mr. Kugler gave him a jar of lemon syrup (to make lemonade),
Miep a book, Little Martin, and Bep a plant. He treated everyone to an egg. Yours, Anne M. Frank
WEDNESDAY, MAY 3, 1944
Dearest Kitty, First the weekly news! There’s nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to report.
I’m also gradually starting to believe that the invasion will come.
After all, they can’t let the Russians do all the dirty work; actually, the Russians aren’t doing anything at the moment either.
Mr. Kleiman comes to the office every morning now. He got a new set of springs for Peter’s divan,
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