Whenever he looks at me with those eyes, with that smile and that wink, it's as if a light goes on inside me.
I hope things will stay like this and that we'll have many, many more happy hours together. Your grateful and happy Anne
MONDAY, MARCH 20, 1944
Dearest Kitty, This morning Peter asked me if I'd come again one evening.
He swore I wouldn't be disturbing him, and said that where there was room for one, there was room for two.
I said I couldn't see him every evening, since my parents didn't think it was a good idea, but he thought I shouldn't let that bother me.
So I told him I'd like to come some Saturday evening and also asked him if he'd let me know when you could see the moon.
“Sure,” he said, “maybe we can go downstairs and look at the moon from there.”
I agreed; I'm not really so scared of burglars. In the meantime, a shadow has fallen on my happiness.
For a long time I've had the feeling that Margot likes Peter. Just how much I don't know, but the whole situation is very unpleasant.
Now every time I go see Peter I'm hurting her, without meaning to.
The funny thing is that she hardly lets it show. I know I'd be insanely jealous, but Margot just says I shouldn't feel sorry for her.
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