Anne's voice:when i was nine my grandmother sent my a fountain pen in a beautiful red leather case, it had a think nib too. Made it great for writing . it was one of the few things i made sure to take with me to the annex . (Anne's voice fades as the lights focus on Anne walking to the main room to sit down as she is pushed aside)
anne:hey ! (annoyed)
Mr.frank:why dont you rub beans for dinner tonight
mr.frank: sorry anneke me and margot needs to study latin
(anne reluctantly obeys and starts to rub beans at the end if the end of the table. she soon finishes and goes off to sweep the floor, she puts all the dust and rotten beans in to the stove to burn when the fire flares up.) Anne:its quite wonderful how the fire flares to life like that(mumbling to herself)
My pen its gone !
no i couldn't have
maybe u dropped it in the fire
by now mrs: frank came to see what was making so much noise . Mrs.frank : Anne ! why are you making so much noise mr.dussel is trying to sleep . anne : my pen , its gone by now they were all searching for annes lost pen until evening when mr.frank went to clean the stove , he came back with a small pen clip mr.frank: anneke .... (holding up the clip) anne: the clip...
Annes voice : after the loss of my fountain pen , i'm left with only one small consolation . My fountain pen was cremated , just as i would like to be someday
i found it in the ashes it must have melted into stone