“They don’t change who I am.”

I picked up the brown shawl and wrapped it snugly around my shoulders.

The coarse yarn scratched my bare neck.

I took my hair down from its usual tidy style and let it hang flat and undone around my face.

I looked completely ordinary.

I went over to my mahogany desk and reached into the canvas grocery tote.

I took out the special waterproof phone sleeve I’d bought the day before at the electronics store.

The thick plastic caught the afternoon sun coming through the window.