The following week...

June 11, 1942

Today Fred visited us. We all gasped when we saw him. His lip was cut and swollen. His eyes were a combination of green and purple. He had the ration cards. They were on the table in a brown manila envelope. It was a sigh of relief that corrie and I let out as soon as we noticed the envelope. In the manila envelope were passports to a safe place.
Fred, Corrie, and I discussed the fact that it would be entirely to risky to continue coming to his house each month. Instead, we had decided that he would visit the Beje every month in his meterman uniform so it would cause no suspicion. There. The whole plan was all set up. Fred would arrive around noon at the end of each month in his meterman uniform and give us the ration cards that were needed. Corrie, Father, and I hoped that the plan would work. We also hoped that we wouldn't get caught.