"For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands." Yes there is no friend like a sister, but with all due respect to our poet, there is no enemy like a sister either. We find ourselves in India, perhaps one hundred years ago. We're in a busy, bustling railway station, where an English lady, of around thirty five years old, alights from the train...