Remember that campy horror film from the early 60s, "What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?" Well, I think I know. I read an article yesterday that made me laugh but it made me shake my head at the same time.
It had to do with a woman in Dartmouth, Massachussetts who strangled her nursing home roommate to death. That sounds pretty tragic doesn't it? Nothing to laugh at.
But it turns out the strangler was 98 years old. The stranglee was 100. Wha? That's how I reacted. I did a double take. I backed up and read the article a second time.
It seems the younger(!) of the two women thought the other one was "taking over" their room. And she taunted her older roommate about soon getting the bed by the cherished window because she was going to outlive her. I guess she knew something the other woman didn't.
Now, it strikes me that someone - a family member, nursing home staff, somebody - would have seen trouble brewing. After all, the two had been roommates for about a year. But no, according to all everything was tickety-boo.
Now if she goes to jail, first of all I wouldn't want to be her cell mate. And if I were I'd be damn sure to offer her the bottom bunk. But more to the point, I wonder when the hell she'd get out. In 20 years with time off for good behaviour?
The victim's son has said that prosecuting her would be like prosecuting a 2 year-old. This of someone who wrapped a plastic bag around her victim's head and waited for her to stop breathing.
I don't know but I think it's time we updated that generational rallying cry from the 60s: "Don't trust anyone over 90!"