Watchin’ My Stories: Glimpses of Harriet
(Fade in to Harriet’s upstairs apartment. There are boxes piled up everywhere, and the place has that freshly-moved-into look. Pan across the wreckage to the sound of scrubbing and foul-tongued mutterings under the breath. We see Harriet Kostaki squatting on her living room carpet, which appears to be matted with …