On New Years Day I was feeling ill. Maier brought me some chicken soup in the middle of the morning. "Try that," she said. "You wont feel strong unless you eat well. And you must be strong now."

"why must I?" I asked. "Im usually very well. In fact Im getting too fat. I cant get into my yellow silk dress. And Im tired of soup."

Marie took the plate away. At the door she turned. "You must eat, and you know the reason very well," she said with a smile.

I shouted at her: "No, I dont! And it isnt true--- I know it isnt! " then I ran up to my bedroom and threw myself on to the bed.

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