The Diary of Anne Frank Page #8

And just as you think

you've solved them...

...something comes

along and bang!

You have to start

all over again.

- I think your father's fine.

- Oh, he is, Peter. He is.

He's the only one who's ever given

me the feeling that I have any sense.

Isn't it funny, you and I?

Here we've been

together all this time...

...and this is the first

time we've ever really talked.

It helps a lot to have

someone to talk to, doesn't it?

It helps you

let off steam.

Anytime that you want

to let off steam...

...you can come

into my room.

I can get up an

awful lot of steam.

It's all right with me.

Do you mean that?

I said it, didn't I?

- Good night.

- Good night.

Good night.

- May I come in? No,

I'm not dressed yet.

Margot.

- Tell me, am I terribly

ugly? Oh, stop fishing.

No, tell me.

Of course you're not.

You've got nice eyes...

...and a lot of

animation and...

- May I come in?

Come in, Mother.

Mr. Dussel is impatient to get

in. He takes the room all day.

You're not going in again

tonight to see Peter?

That is my intention.

Aren't you afraid

you're disturbing him?

Mother, I have

some intuition.

Then may I ask this much, Annie?

Don't shut the door when you go in.

You sound like

Mrs. Van Daan.

No, no. I don't mean to

suggest anything is wrong.

I only wish you wouldn't

expose yourself to criticism.

I'm sorry, Mother. I'm

going to Peter's room.

I'm not going to let Petronella

Van Daan spoil our friendship.

Just a moment, Mr. Dussel.

In my day, the boys

called on the girls.

You know how young people

are. Peter's room...

...is the only place where they can talk.

- Talk?

That's not what they

called it when I was a girl.

I'm sorry, Margot, that you

have to be the one left out.

- I feel so guilty about you.

- Why?

I mean, every time I

go into Peter's room...

...I have the feeling

that I'm hurting you.

I know if it were me, I'd

be desperately jealous.

I am jealous, a little,

but not of you and Peter.

I'm...

I'm only feeling sorry

that I haven't anyone...

...with whom to

discuss my feelings.

- Margot, I won't even...

- Listen, you've found a companionship...

...and I want

you to enjoy it.

Only, in my heart, I feel I've got a

right to share feelings with someone too.

But I'm sure that Peter, that that boy,

he could never be that person for me.

Maybe there's nothing

to be jealous about.

Maybe I'm just taking

the place of his cat.

- Will you please let me in my

room? Just a minute, dear Mr. Dussel.

Well, here I go,

to run the gauntlet.

Thank you so much.

Look at her.

A lot of good it did me to

have a son. I never see him.

Just a minute, dear.

I'd like to say a few words

to my son. Do you mind?

Peter, I do not want you staying

up till all hours tonight.

You need sleep.

You're a growing boy.

Annie won't stay late. She's

going to bed promptly at 9.

- Aren't you, Annie?

- Yes, Mother. May we go now?

Listen for the

chimes, dear.

Aren't they impossible?

Treating us as if we're

still in the nursery.

Don't let it bother you.

It doesn't bother me.

I suppose you can't

really blame them.

They think back to what

they were like at our age.

They don't realize how

much more advanced we are.

Already I know what I

want to do, don't you?

I want to be a

journalist or something.

I love to write.

What do you want to do?

I know what I'd

like right now.

I'd like to go to England and

get with the Free Dutch forces.

Peter, you wouldn't try a thing

like that. You'd never make it.

I'd make it.

Only a few of the

hundreds that try do.

I know, but I'd like to

get in it and hit back.

To just sit here,

it's not for me.

You like Margot,

don't you?

Right from the

start, you liked her.

Liked her better than me.

- I don't know.

- It's all right.

Everyone feels that

way. Margot's so good.

She's sweet and bright

and beautiful, and I'm not.

- I wouldn't say

that. Oh, no, I'm not.

I know that. I know quite

well that I'm not a beauty.

I never have been

and never shall be.

I don't agree at all.

I think you're pretty.

That's not true.

And another thing.

You've changed. From

the first, I mean.

I have?

I used to think that

you were awful noisy.

And what do you think now,

Peter? How have I changed?

Well...

...you're quieter.

I'm glad you

don't just hate me.

I never said that.

I bet when you get out of here,

you'll never think of me again.

That's crazy.

When you get back with all your

friends, you're going to say:

"Now, what did I ever see

in that Miss Quack-Quack?"

- I haven't got any friends.

- Peter, of course you have.

- Everyone has friends.

- Not me.

I don't want any. I get

along fine without them.

Does that mean you can

get along without me too?

I think of myself

as your friend.

No.

If they were

all like you...

...it'd be different.

Peter...

...did you ever

kiss a girl?

Yes.

Once.

Was she pretty?

The girl you kissed?

I don't know. I

was blindfolded.

It was at a party. One

of those kissing games.

I don't suppose that

really counts, does it?

It didn't with me.

I've been kissed twice.

Once, a man I'd never seen

before kissed me on the cheek...

...when he picked

me up off the ice.

I was crying.

And the other was a friend of

Father's who kissed my hand.

You wouldn't say those

counted, would you?

I wouldn't say so.

I know, almost for certain,

Margot would never kiss anyone...

...unless she was

engaged to them.

And I'm sure, too, that Mother

never touched a man before Father.

But I don't know.

Things are so

different now.

What do you think?

Do you think a girl shouldn't kiss anyone

except if she's engaged or something?

It's so hard to try

to think what to do.

Here we are with the whole

world falling around our ears...

...and you think...

...well, you don't know what's

going to happen tomorrow.

What do you think?

I suppose it

depends on the girl.

With some, no matter

what they do, it's wrong.

But others...

...it wouldn't necessarily

be wrong with them.

I always thought that...

I think I should go now.

That's right.

Good night.

You won't let them

stop you from coming?

No.

I might bring my diary.

There are so many things in it

I want to talk over with you.

There's a lot about you.

What kind of things?

Well...

...I wouldn't want

you to see some of it.

I thought you

were nothing.

Just the way you

thought about me.

Did you change your mind?

I changed my

mind about you.

You'll see.

Good night, Annele.

- Good night, Anne.

- Good night.

Mm-hmm.

Outside, there's

a quiet excitement.

Invasion fever is

mounting from day to day.

And people talk nothing else

but the hope of liberation.

It had best come soon.

We here have had bad news.

The people from whom Miep got our

ration cards have been arrested.

Mr. Kraler is in the hospital.

It seems he has ulcers.

I'm afraid we

are his ulcers.

Miep has to run the

business and us too.

How very fortunate we are, when you

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