Dearest Kitty,The sun is shining, the sky is deep blue,there's a magnificent breeze, and I'm longing for everything.
I walk from one room to another, breathe through the crack in the window frame,feel my heart beating as if to say, Fulfill my longing at last. . .
I think spring is inside me. I feel spring awakening, I feel it in my entire body and soul. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. Yours, Anne
I long. . . to cry! I feel as if I were about to explode. I know crying would help, but I can't cry. I'm restless.
Dearest Kitty,My hand's still shaking, though it's been two hours since we had the scare.
As a result, we didn't bother to be quiet until I heard the sound of hammering on the landing (across from the bookcase).
I should explain that there are five fire extinguishers in the building. The office staff stupidly forgot to warn us that the carpenter, or whatever he's called, was coming to fill the extinguishers.
I immediately assumed it was the carpenter and went to warn Bep, who was eating lunch, that she couldn't go back downstairs.
After working for about fifteen minutes, he laid his hammer and some other tools on our bookcase (or so we thought!) and banged on our door. We turned white with fear. Had he heard something after all and now wanted to check out this mysterious-looking bookcase? It seemed so, since he kept knocking, pulling, pushing and jerking on it.
Father and I stationed ourselves at the door so we could hear when the man had left.
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