In a small, cramped, untidy and somewhat dingy kitchen, two women sat, chatting idly. At a glance, there was nothing in particular that would recommend them as sisters, friends, or even distant acquaintances. The one woman meshed well with her surroundings, her frazzled hair a similar shade to the washed-out yellow walls, the sweatsuit she was wearing faded and stained, and her flip-flop-clad feet untended, the nails bearing the remnants of a chip