do.
She wants me to read my lines with more feeling so she can respond more realistically.
Tonight I stayed up late reading the script so I could help Aunt Clara.
MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 1938
Susie is taking me to the orthodontist on Wednesday. Aunt Clara said I have to have someone look at my braces.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 23, 1938
I like American food better than Viennese food. Mrs. Parrish makes a delicious meal each night. It’s a shame Aunt Clara won’t be home for dinner most nights once the play starts.
This week Mrs. Parrish made fried chicken with mashed potatoes; roast beef and gravy; and Lobster Newburg.
Every Friday she makes banana cream pie for dessert because that’s Uncle Martin’s second favorite. His first favorite is cheesecake, but he says Mrs. Parrish doesn’t know how to make “proper” cheesecake, which makes Mrs. Parrish a tiny bit angry, I think. I asked him what “proper” cheesecake was, and he said he would show me.
My favorite is the salad dressing. It’s called Thousand Island dressing, and it’s so good, I eat it with a spoon. Mrs. Parrish said I eat too much salad and not enough meat, but it’s so good. No one seems to know, however, why they call it Thousand Island dressing. They have all sorts of different candies here in America. Black licorice shoestring candy; long white
strips of paper covered with colored candy buttons; Life Savers; and Susie’s favorite cookie, Mallomars, which I don’t really like. She has a whole drawer full of them in her room.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24, 1938
Aunt Clara thinks she needs to lose weight to play Mrs. Darling. I really don’t see why. It doesn’t say anywhere in the script that Mrs. Darling is skinny. But Aunt Clara is certain that Mrs. Darling is someone who would watch what she eats. So now she has black cof-fee (she used to put in lots of cream and sugar) and half a grapefruit for breakfast.
She’s so willowy and slender, I don’t see why she’s worried. If it were me, I couldn’t eat like that. Even if it was a really, really big part.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 26, 1938
I think “Black Mike” likes Susie. There’s just something about the way he tips his hat and says hello. Not only that, but if “Red Mike” is there to keep an eye on
things, he insists on carrying her packages all the way to the top floor, where our apartment is. I have never seen him do that for anyone else.
“Black Mike” has Mr. Esposito go right to the six-teenth floor, even if people are buzzing.
He calls it his “express service,” and tells Susie there is no charge. Susie laughs and says, “The price is right.” I asked Susie about it when we went down to the basement laundry room to see what was taking the
laundress so long with the ironing.
Susie says I have an “overactive imagination” and that Mr. Smalls is nice to everyone, not just her.
I may have an overactive imagination, but I’m not blind, although I didn’t say that.
MONDAY, AUGUST 29, 1938
Last night I was thirsty and I went into the kitchen for a drink. Much to my surprise, Aunt Clara and Uncle Martin were sitting at the table, talking. They must have been talking about something they didn’t want me to know about, because they stopped and Aunt Clara looked upset.
Uncle Martin was eating a bowl of ice cream and he
handed it to me and asked if I wanted some. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for the three of us to be in the kitchen eating ice cream like there was nothing wrong.
I couldn’t help it — I burst into tears, and Aunt Clara put her arm around me, pulled me to her, and said, in the softest whisper, maybe it would be better if I talked about it, and so I did. I told them everything. Everything, as the tears streamed down my face so furiously, I didn’t even bother to wipe them away.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 30, 1938
Uncle Martin has been begging me to play this silly game he invented called “Sober Sue.”
“Sober Sue” was a performer years ago
She wants me to read my lines with more feeling so she can respond more realistically.
Tonight I stayed up late reading the script so I could help Aunt Clara.
MONDAY, AUGUST 22, 1938
Susie is taking me to the orthodontist on Wednesday. Aunt Clara said I have to have someone look at my braces.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 23, 1938
I like American food better than Viennese food. Mrs. Parrish makes a delicious meal each night. It’s a shame Aunt Clara won’t be home for dinner most nights once the play starts.
This week Mrs. Parrish made fried chicken with mashed potatoes; roast beef and gravy; and Lobster Newburg.
Every Friday she makes banana cream pie for dessert because that’s Uncle Martin’s second favorite. His first favorite is cheesecake, but he says Mrs. Parrish doesn’t know how to make “proper” cheesecake, which makes Mrs. Parrish a tiny bit angry, I think. I asked him what “proper” cheesecake was, and he said he would show me.
My favorite is the salad dressing. It’s called Thousand Island dressing, and it’s so good, I eat it with a spoon. Mrs. Parrish said I eat too much salad and not enough meat, but it’s so good. No one seems to know, however, why they call it Thousand Island dressing. They have all sorts of different candies here in America. Black licorice shoestring candy; long white
strips of paper covered with colored candy buttons; Life Savers; and Susie’s favorite cookie, Mallomars, which I don’t really like. She has a whole drawer full of them in her room.
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 24, 1938
Aunt Clara thinks she needs to lose weight to play Mrs. Darling. I really don’t see why. It doesn’t say anywhere in the script that Mrs. Darling is skinny. But Aunt Clara is certain that Mrs. Darling is someone who would watch what she eats. So now she has black cof-fee (she used to put in lots of cream and sugar) and half a grapefruit for breakfast.
She’s so willowy and slender, I don’t see why she’s worried. If it were me, I couldn’t eat like that. Even if it was a really, really big part.
FRIDAY, AUGUST 26, 1938
I think “Black Mike” likes Susie. There’s just something about the way he tips his hat and says hello. Not only that, but if “Red Mike” is there to keep an eye on
things, he insists on carrying her packages all the way to the top floor, where our apartment is. I have never seen him do that for anyone else.
“Black Mike” has Mr. Esposito go right to the six-teenth floor, even if people are buzzing.
He calls it his “express service,” and tells Susie there is no charge. Susie laughs and says, “The price is right.” I asked Susie about it when we went down to the basement laundry room to see what was taking the
laundress so long with the ironing.
Susie says I have an “overactive imagination” and that Mr. Smalls is nice to everyone, not just her.
I may have an overactive imagination, but I’m not blind, although I didn’t say that.
MONDAY, AUGUST 29, 1938
Last night I was thirsty and I went into the kitchen for a drink. Much to my surprise, Aunt Clara and Uncle Martin were sitting at the table, talking. They must have been talking about something they didn’t want me to know about, because they stopped and Aunt Clara looked upset.
Uncle Martin was eating a bowl of ice cream and he
handed it to me and asked if I wanted some. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for the three of us to be in the kitchen eating ice cream like there was nothing wrong.
I couldn’t help it — I burst into tears, and Aunt Clara put her arm around me, pulled me to her, and said, in the softest whisper, maybe it would be better if I talked about it, and so I did. I told them everything. Everything, as the tears streamed down my face so furiously, I didn’t even bother to wipe them away.
TUESDAY, AUGUST 30, 1938
Uncle Martin has been begging me to play this silly game he invented called “Sober Sue.”
“Sober Sue” was a performer years ago
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