43Becca strolled the outdoor promenade of the upscale mall that had originally been built in 1963 when that stretch of Camelback Road was considered the outskirts of Phoenix. When she spied the white marble facade and bold black letters of Saks Fifth Avenue, she felt a pang of nostalgia. She cut across a walkway of ornamental red pavers and past a round pool where a fountain splashed water into the morning sky.
Two hours later, Becca reclined beneath a green umbrella outside a restaurant called the True Food Kitchen. One chair at the table held her purchases, shopping bags containing mostly practical items like socks and underwear, a few long-sleeve T-shirts, shorts, a light blue turtleneck, and a heavy, brightly colored cardigan. She still struggled with the strangeness of the Arizona we
