The Spy Who Loves Me

She didn’t seem interested in me. I found her hard to read. She was kind of confusing, maybe a little bit sketchy. She was odd, for sure.

I was in first grade when my great Aunt Lily introduced me to Harriet. Lily visited us one day in 1967 and brought Harriet with her. Apparently, she’d met her in the neighborhood, and thought we’d be a good match. My family lived in New York City on East 81^st Street, and Harriet lived on East 87^th Street. We both played in Carl Schurz Park. Other than t…