Dear Sisi, Dear Simone,
It’s hard to believe that we have known each other for nearly 55 years! I have so many great memories of our childhood times together. I think of our eight –and-nine- year-old selves searching for Narnia in your attic and on the University subway line when we traveled to and from those Saturday morning French lessons (I was sure St. Patrick station was a portal). I remember the thrill of staying at your place on Crescent Road once for eight whole days, raiding your family’s amazingly well stocked cookie cupboard, camping out on your back deck. I think of the time we hung upside down to be like bats, and the bird book we were writing. And I remember wandering around the schoolyard with our arms around each other and our faces turned to the sky trying to figure out where the universe ended. Your friendship means everything to me and I like to think we are, as you once wrote in a letter, ”sisters of the soul.” I am so happy that we have kept in touch through the years even when we lived in different cities, and that now we can still meet to walk and talk and ponder the universe together. I have always loved your sensitivity, intelligence and deep insight. I wish you many, many years of happiness and new discoveries and hope that we will always be friends.
Love,
Agatha