"Look at this," Siggy said, motioning to the images. The remote control was still grasped in her hand like a weapon, and she brandished it as surely as if it was. "Look at them." On the screen, a number of women in a colorful, dimly-lit environment argued with each other over another woman's drug use. "They cluck and cluck as if they were hens, and they fight with their words. What do they have to fight over? And what do they wear? I cannot look away." She leaned back in the sofa, tapping the remote control against her other hand contemplatively. "That one has a disease that she keeps secret from the others," she said conspiratorially.