SUNDAY, OCtOBER 17, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Mr. Kleiman is back, t pale, and yet off to sell some clot is t Mr. van Daan of money. ill creating trouble for us: tolen. hief?
But I alking about tage. Mrs. van D. s and s. Mr. van D.s suit is difficult to sell, and Peters bike on t is back again, since nobody ed it.
But tory doesnt end to o part . In ts ridiculous.
t it and ered t;o Puttiquot; and quot;darling Kerliquot; stage of reconciliation.
My mind boggles at ty to endure in t montogeto resolve anote problem. Mot up c complains of sleep, Mrs. van D. frets and fumes all day long, and Ive gone completely round to tell you trutimes forget . to take my mind off it is to study, and Ive been doing a lot of t lately.
Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, OCtOBER 29,1943
My dearest Kitty,
Mr. Kleiman is out again; omac give s peace. even knoopped bleeding. o tell us feeling well
and ime he seemed really down.
Mr. and Mrs. van D. tles. ted to sell an overcoat and a suit of Mr. van D. s, but o find any buyers. oo high.
Some time ago Mr. Kleiman alking about a furrier . Its made of rabbit skin, and s for seventeen years. Mrs. van D. got 325 guilders for it, an enormous amount. Sed to keep to buy neer t took some doing before Mr. van D. could make and t it ely needed to cover household expenses.
You cant imagine ting, stamping of feet and s on.
It errifying. My family stood s breat ttom of tairs, in case it migo drag t. All tears and nervous tension ress and strain t I fall into my bed at nigars t I o myself.
Im doing fine, except Ive got no appetite. I keep ;Goodness, you look a; I must admit t to keep me in condition: trose, cod-liver oil, bre and calcium. My nerves often get tter of me, especially on Sundays; ts o me as if it o drag me into t regions of t times like t dont matter to me in t. I o room, climb up and doairs and feel like a songbird ts dark cage. quot;Let me out, ; a voice even boto reply anymore, but lie doerrible fear go by more quickly, ime, since its impossible to kill it.
Yours, Anne