You step through the front door of Lucy’s home, the familiar smells of simmering spices and roasted vegetables greeting your nose immediately. The soft clink of utensils echo from the kitchen. You walk through her house, almost as familiar as your own home, since you hang out with her sometimes 3 times a week. As you reached the kitchen, you see Lucy, standing at the counter, chopping vegetables with deliberate precision and speed. Her oversized sweater slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing...