In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 14, 1942
Dear Kitty, I've deserted you for an entire month, but so little has happened that I can't find a newsworthy item to relate every single day.
The van Daans arrived on July 13. We thought they were coming on the fourteenth,
but from the thirteenth to sixteenth the Germans were sending out call-up notices right and left and causing a lot of unrest,
so they decided it would be safer to leave a day too early than a day too late.
Peter van Daan arrived at nine-thirty in the morning (while we were still at breakfast).
Peter's going on sixteen, a shy, awkward boy whose company won't amount to much.
Mr. and Mrs. van Daan came half an hour later. Much to our amusement, Mrs. van Daan was carrying a hatbox with a large chamber pot inside.
“I just don't feel at home without my chamber pot,” she exclaimed, and it was the first item to find a permanent place under the divan.
Instead of a chamber pot, Mr. van D. was lugging a collapsible tea table under his arm.
From the first, we ate our meals together, and after three days it felt as if the seven of us had become one big family.
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