Two weeks later...

May 27, 1942

It has been two weeks since Peter was taken to prison. It is 7:55 p.m. and it's five minutes before our new curfew of 8:00. Father, Corrie, and I were seated around the dinner table. Father was replacing watches and I was doing needlework with our fat, black cat curled up in my lap.
We heard a knock on the alley door. Corrie went and glanced in the window mirror. She said that standing out in the bright spring sunlight was a woman. Corrie ran down the stairs and whipped the door open.
'' Can I come in?" She said sounded as though she was in fear.
''Of course!"
"My name is Kleermaker and I am a Jew."
''How are you?" I made a movement to relieve her of her small suitcase, but she grasped it tighter. "Would you like to come upstairs?" We went over to the staircase and went up and found Father and I. "Mrs. Kleermaker, I'd like you to meet my sister Betsie and my father."
"I was just about to make some tea", I said,"and you are just in time to join us."
Mrs. Kleermaker accepted the tea gratfully and told us about how her husband had been arrested months ago and also told us about her son going into hiding. Then, yesterday the political police came and told her that she would have to close her clothing store. She was to scared to return to the apartment above the store that she lived in.
Well, I think I should get to know Mrs. Kleermaker a little better so I'll be back tomorrow to tell you how it goes. Bye.