The crazy old lady is old. Very old. If I had to guess I' say she's ninety-plus and doesn't look a day younger.
I'm not sure where exactly she lives, but I think it's actually just across the road, with the nice nuns.
The crazy old lady loves her strolls. I see her probably twice a day (at least) every day, always dressed up, with a fancy hat, usually with one of those 1950's nets and flowers... Not sure it's what she should wear, the look is a bit too revealing for someone who was born around the first world war, but she does have style. Imagine ummm maybe a really old Blanche Dubois, or Bette Davis on steroids...
When I just got here, she would smile at me whenever we crossed paths, and say something that sounded nice (I want to think that she offered to have my baby, but I have no evidence to support it).
Anyway, after a few times that she said those nice things, I thought I should greet her myself, and the next time I saw her I uttered a Buongiorno... Just a nice hello, you know.
It didn't go down well. She screamed something and tried to get as far away from me as possible.
Ever since, our encounters have been really tense, Sometimes she just gives me dirty looks, sometimes she yells something. The other day as I was returning home, she started yelling AIUTO! AIUTO! (which I think means HELLLLLLP!) and pointing her umbrella at me. The other day she told the dude that works downstairs that I drove past her and got her all wet. Which is obviously untrue, seeing that I have never driven in Rome (and never will...)
So yeah – I don't know how I can fix my relationship with the crazy old lady. Maybe I never will...
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