MONDAY, NOVEMBER 2, 1942
Dear Kitty,
Bep stayed with us Friday evening. It was fun, but she didnt sleep very well because shed drunk some wine. For the rest, theres nothing special to report. I had an awful headache yesterday ao bed early. Margots being exasperating again.
This m I began s out an index card file from the office, because itd fallen over and gotten all mixed up. Before long I was going nuts. I asked Margot aer to help, but they were too lazy, so I put it away.
Im not crazy enough to do it all by myself!
Anne Frank
PS. I fot to mention the importahat Im probably going to get my period soon. I tell because I keep finding a whitish smear in my panties, and Mother predicted it would start soon. I hardly wait. Its such a momentous event. Too bad I t use sanitary napkins, but you t get them anymore, and Mamas tampons be used only by women whove had a baby. i ENT ADDED BY ANNE ON JANUARY 22, 1944: I wouldnt be able to write that kind of thing anymore.
Now that Im rereading my diary after a year and a half, Im surprised at my childish innoce. Deep down I know I could never be that i again, however much Id like to be. I uand the mood aes and the ents about Margot, Mother and Father as if Id written them only yesterday, but I t imagine writina so openly about other matters. It embarrasses me areatly to read the panes dealina with subjects that I remembered as beina han they actually were. My descriptions are so indelicate. But enouah of that.
I also uand my homesiess and yearning for Moortje. The whole time Ive been here Ive longed unsciously and at times sciously for trust, love and
physical affe. This longing may ge in iy, but its always there.
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 1942
Dear Kitty,
The British have finally scored a few successes in Afrid Stalingrad hasnt falle, so the men are happy and we had coffee ahis m. For the rest, nothing special to report.
This week Ive been reading a lot and doing little work. Thats the way things ought to be. Thats surely the road to success.
Mother and I are getting aloer lately, but were never close. Fathers not very open about his feelings, but hes the same sweetheart hes always bee the stove a few days ago and the entire room is still filled with smoke. I prefer tral heating, and Im probably not the only one. Margots a stiheres no other word for it), a stant source of irritation, m, noon and night.
Anne Frank
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1942
Dearest Kitty,
Mothers nerves are very mu edge, and that doesnt bode well for me. Is it just a ce that Father and Mother never sargot and always blame me for everything? Last night, for example, Margot was reading a book with beautiful illustrations; she got up and put the book aside for later. I wasnt doing anything, so I picked it up and began looking at the pictures. Margot e back, saw "her" book in my hands, knitted her brow and angrily demahe book back. I wao look through it some more. Margot got madder by the minute, and Mother butted in:
"Margot was reading that book; give it back to her.」
Father came in, and without even knowing what was going on, saw that Margot was being wronged and lashed out at me: "Id like to see what youd do if Margot was looking at one of your books!」
I promptly gave in, put the book down and, acc to them, left the room in a huff." I was her huffy nor cross, but merely sad.
It wasnt right of Fathe