Some twenty years since my mother left Brooklyn and moved to Queens, but I never met Kate in the building. And yet, she had been living there with her mother for many years prior to renting her own studio at wealthier Jamaica Estates. I met Kate’s mother first—we shared an interest in Haiti’s political drama—and later she introduced me to her daughter. We became instant friends, Kate and I, sharing the love for good food, exotic music and endless conversations. She took me to restaurants and movie theaters, and I took her to jazz concerts at the College nearby. Listening to Michael Bubblé on the car radio, we…