tuesday, february 15, 1944

the minor run-in with dussel had several repercussions, for which he had only himself to blame. monday evening dussel came in to see mother and told her triumphantly that peter had asked him that morning if he'd slept well, and then added how sorry he was about what had happened sunday evening -- he hadn't really meant what he'd said. dussel assured him he hadn't taken it to heart. so everything was right as rain again. mother passed this story on to me, and i was secretly amazed that peter, who'd been so angry at dussel, had humbled himself, despite all his assurances to the contrary.

i couldn't refrain from sounding peter out on the subject, and he instantly replied that dussel had been lying. you should have seen peter's face. i wish i'd had a camera. indignation, rage, indecision, agitation and much more crossed his face in rapid succession.

that evening mr. van daan and peter really told dussel off. but it couldn't have been all that bad, since peter had another dental appointment today.

actually, they never wanted to speak to each other again.