TERROR STRIKES - INGRID CAN'T EAT
T U E S D A Y, 4 A P R I L
Snowed worse than ever today. Dutronc came down very late to breakfast.
We didn't ski but went into the sitting room (second one). Chump and me sat at the corner table so we wouldn't disturb anybody as she heard my German nouns. Then who should come in but the Dutroncs. They sat over in the dark corner but he sat back a bit so he could see us. He kept on looking. I was flicking through ‘Stern’, then he came over and sat down for a second at the next table. He touched the other German magazine that was lying on the seat and said, "can I take this?" I could hardly believe it. We kept on looking at each other across the room, it was pretty fab.
I went over to Dutronc to ask him if I could borrow 'Labyrinth'. I hadn't been playing with it very long when the most staggering thing happened: he came over and said, "how far have you got to?" Then he, Mummy and me started chatting. I asked him what he was studying and he said Maths and Physics. He asked me my age and I said 16, then he asked what month I was born in. (Why? To see if he's older? I've a ghastly feeling he's 16 too.) He said he was so bored here in the evenings. And then he asked me if I liked dancing. I said "yes" and he said, "would you like to go dancing with me at the Scotch Club"? So I said "yes".
I spent the rest of the day worrying about it, I felt sick and got an upset tummy. Could hardly eat my lunch.
At 2.30 Ma, Pa, June and me went up the Schlegelkopf and skied down the Petersboden. It was rather ghastly, I couldn't see a thing, my glasses were blurred with the snow, my fringe got soaked, and I felt utterly miserable about Dutronc. I'm not nearly so keen on him as before, he even said something about him getting drunk all the time when in France. He sounds horribly like Peter-Jan. It's entirely my fault that I kept on looking at him, it's not surprising he thought I'd like to go out, and he looks much younger close to - not 18. Ma and Pa say we'll all go dancing together tonight - it'd be OK then. But I'm still scared stiff, he's BOUND to be fed up if they and June and Chump all come too.
Sat in the sitting room and wrote Diary. June played cards, Ma and Pa read newspapers and the kids (ghastly word!) played on a slide they've made in the snow. Dutronc was in the next room and I had to go in and tell him I didn't feel well enough to go out tonight. Think he was rather fed up, he just shrugged his shoulders when I said we'd all go tomorrow.
Hardly looked at him once during supper. I felt terrible, butterflies in my tummy and a ghastly taste in my mouth, I could hardly eat. They went out years before us. He was sitting in the cubby hole. I went and asked him if he'd like to play cards with us, but he said he was going out to a "movie." He didn't smile once. Felt miserable.
I wish I'd never met him.