Margot looks around for a quiet place to do her office work; Mrs. van D. puts a kettle of water on the stove;
Mother comes down the stairs with a pan of potatoes; we all know our jobs.
Soon Peter comes back from the warehouse. The first question they ask him is whether he's remembered the bread.
No, he hasn't. He crouches before the door to the front office to make himself as small as possible
and crawls on his hands and knees to the steel cabinet, takes out the bread and starts to leave.
At any rate, that's what he intends to do, but before he knows what's happened, Mouschi has jumped over him and gone to sit under the desk.
Peter looks all around him. Aha, there's the cat! He crawls back into the office and grabs the cat by the tail.
Mouschi hisses, Peter sighs. What has he accomplished?
Mouschi's now sitting by the window licking herself, very pleased at having escaped Peter's clutches.
Peter has no choice but to lure her with a piece of bread. Mouschi takes the bait, follows him out, and the door closes.
I watch the entire scene through a crack in the door. Mr. van Daan is angry and slams the door.
Margot and I exchange looks and think the same thing: he must have worked himself into a rage again because of some blunder on Mr. Kugler's part,
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