One-fifteen. Food distribution. Everyone from downstairs gets a cup of soup, plus dessert, if there happens to be any.
A contented Mr. Gies sits on the divan or leans against the desk with his newspaper, cup and usually the cat at his side.
If one of the three is missing, he doesn't hesitate to let his protest be heard.
Mr. Kleiman relates the latest news from town, and he's an excellent source.
Mr. Kugler hurries up the stairs, gives a short but solid knock on the door and comes in either wringing his hands or rubbing them in glee,
depending on whether he's quiet and in a bad mood or talkative and in a good mood.
One forty-five. Everyone rises from the table and goes about their business.
Margot and Mother do the dishes, Mr. and Mrs. van D. head for the divan, Peter for the attic,
Father for his divan, Dussel too, and Anne does her homework.
What comes next is the quietest hour of the day; when they're all asleep, there are no disturbances.
To judge by his face, Dussel is dreaming of food. But I don't look at him long, because the time whizzes by
and before you know it, it'll be 4 P.M. and the pedantic Dr. Dussel will be standing with the clock in his hand
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