tuesday, february 8, 1944

dear kitty,

i can't tell you how i feel. one minute i'm longing for peace and quiet, and the next for a little fun. we've forgotten how to laugh -- i mean, laughing so hard you can t stop.

this morning i had "the giggles"; you know, the kind we used to have at school. margot and i were giggling like real teenagers.

last night there was another scene with mother. margot was tucking her wool blanket around her when suddenly she leapt out of bed and carefully examined the blanket. what do you think she found? a pin! mother had patched the blanket and forgotten to take it out. father shook his head meaningfully and made a comment about how careless mother is. soon afterward mother came in from the bathroom, and just to tease her i said, "du bist doch eine echte rabenmutter." [oh, you are cruel.]

of course, she asked me why i'd said that, and we told her about the pin she'd overlooked. she immediately assumed her haughtiest expression and said, "you're a fine one to talk. when you're sewing, the entire floor is covered with pins. and look, you've left the manicure set lying around again. you never put that away either!"

i said i hadn't used it, and margot backed me up, since she was the guilty party.

mother went on talking about how messy i was until i got fed up and said, rather curtly, "i wasn't even the one who said you were careless. i'm always getting blamed for other people's mistakes!"

mother fell silent, and less than a minute later i was obliged to kiss her good-night. this incident may not have been very important, but these days everything gets on my nerves.

anne mary fran

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