I can see her from where I’m sitting, in Starbucks. I’d stopped in to make some notes on my upcoming exhibition, reply to a growing number of  emails, and “re-up” on my caffeine. Outside, she stops at the corner, removes her backpack, reaches in and produces a purple t-shirt. She slips this on over her yellow sundress. Before sliding the straps back over her shoulders, she reaches inside once more and retrieves a tablet. Ready.