itty,

    Mot doesnt bode  just a coincidence t Fat and al nig iful illustrations; s up and put ter. I  doing anyt up and began looking at tures. Margot carne back, sa;; book in my ted ed to look t some more. Margot got madder by te, and Motted in:

    quot;Margot  book; give it back to her.”

    Fat even kno Margot  me: quot;Id like to see   one of your books!”

    I promptly gave in, put to t t; I  merely sad.

    It  rigo pass judgment  knoo Margot myself, and a lot sooner, if Fat intervened and ruso take Margots part, as if s injustice.

    Of course, Motook Margots side; take eaco it t Ive become completely indifferent to Mots moodiness. I love t only because t. I dont give a darn about ts different ial to Margot, approving Margots every action, praising  er Fathe world I love more.

    realize t reats Margot differently t just o be test, t, ttiest and t. But I  to be taken seriously too. Ive alo pay double for my sins: once isfied ion or talks. I long for somet  jealous of Margot; I never  envious of y. Its just t Id like to feel t Fat because Im  because Im me, Anne.

    I cling to Fatempt of Mots only t Im able to retain t ounce of family feeling I .  understand t I sometimes need to vent my feelings for Mot  to talk about it, and  Motcomings, is tougo deal  kno very  edness, yet I cant continue to take thing.

    Im te of Mot mean to judge   rig  a moto me -- I o mot myself adrift from ting my o seem to find anyt in to call quot;Mother.”