We’ve spoken before how quickly the sweetness factor can turn on a dime, especially when advanced age is involved. It all just erupts out like Mount St. Helens at times, and there’s nothing you can do but watch the horror unfold.
My own great-grandmother was a tiny little woman, maybe about 4’10”, size 4 shoe, the size of one of those big walking dolls you used to see. However, everyone was terrified of her, for good reason – could throw a scare into a rattlesnake if she wanted to.
For some reason, she really liked me, but others were not so lucky. One cousin brought his fiancee over to present her to Nanny, and at this stage there are NO filters anymore on what she says. She took one look at the poor girl, and said right in front of her “HE CAN’T DO ANY BETTER THAN THAT????” I mean, what do you do or say at a time like that?
