In Harlem you need a friend
Her name was Edith. I did not like her.
Edith always got to school late, with her clothes unpressed and her holey stockings bagging round her legs. She acted friendly, but Phyllisia didn’t want her for a friend - even though, in this strange, hostile city of New York, she badly needed one. Then came the dreadful day when Phyllisia got into a fight . . .
This powerful book is a moving account of a friendship, and anyone who’s ever had a friend, will identify with it.