She wore curiosity like an amulet. It was not polite or small; it was loud and shapeshifting. She could argue passionately with a stranger about the ethics of a song or cry at a commercial for soup. Her empathy was wild and generous, spilling over into messy interventions and midnight trains. She believed that being fully alive meant being perpetually open to interruption — by beauty, by outrage, by someone else’s sudden need.