This is a picture I did not take

of a woman with her eyes closed in Chinatown, her face caught by a slant of sunlight cutting through the afternoon's fog and the shadows of the street. She had the face of an actress; her beauty striking, memorable, and she held herself regally, her chin lifting up toward the sun. She was perfectly still, and sat in a wheelchair, pedestrians swirling past her.

She was eleganty dressed; a white jacket, white pants and white shoes. The upper half of her body was adult-sized, but her legs were shortened, and they twisted on themselves and ended in small, child-sized feet.