Mr. van Daan wants me to sit next to him at the table, since Margot doesn't eat enough to suit him.
Fine with me, I like changes. There's always a tiny black cat roaming around the yard, and it reminds me of my dear sweet Moortje.
Another reason I welcome the change is that Mama's always carping at me, especially at the table.
Now Margot will have to bear the brunt of it. Or rather, won't, since Mother doesn't make such sarcastic remarks to her.
Not to that paragon of virtue! I'm always teasing Margot about being a paragon of virtue these days, and she hates it.
Maybe it'll teach her not to be such a goody-goody. High time she learned.
To end this hodgepodge of news, a particularly amusing joke told by Mr. van Daan:
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot. Bye-bye, Anne
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1942
Dear Kitty, Everybody teased me quite a bit yesterday because I lay down on the bed next to Mr. van Daan.
“At your age! Shocking!” and other remarks along those lines.
Silly, of course. I'd never want to sleep with Mr. van Daan the way they mean.
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