“If only it weren't quite so hot,” we said in the afternoon, when the windows had to be shut.
Sunday: “The heat's unbearable, the butter's melting, there's not a cool spot anywhere in the house,
the bread's drying out, the milk's going sour, the windows can't be opened.
We poor outcasts are suffocating while everyone else is enjoying their Pentecost.”
(According to Mrs. van D.) Monday: “My feet hurt, I have nothing cool to wear, I can't do the dishes in this heat!”
Grumbling from early in the morning to late at night. It was awful. I can't stand the heat.
I'm glad the wind's come up today, but that the sun's still shining. Yours, Anne M. Frank
FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 1944
Dear Kitty, “If you're going to the attic, take an umbrella with you, preferably a large one!”
This is to protect you from “household showers.” There's a Dutch proverb: “High and dry, safe and sound,”
but it obviously doesn't apply to wartime (guns!) and to people in hiding (cat box!).
Mouschi's gotten into the habit of relieving herself on some newspapers or between the cracks in the floor boards,
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