Life

I’m not actually late to this party.

For a change, I’ve been following a story since the first twangy utterings Nancy Grace* made on the subject. The subject? Caylee Anthony. I haven’t blogged about it because I was so completely and utterly dumbfounded by the whole thing. I still am.

I clearly recall seeing a handcuffed Casey Anthony coming out of the jail and smirking. SMIRKING. At that moment, I thought the same thing I did when Susan Smith gave her tearless pleas for whoever took her kids to bring them back - to wit, “This bitch did something.”

Then Casey’s mother, Cindy, appeared on the Nancy Grace show, and holy God in Heaven, what is wrong with this woman? In every appearance since then she has come across as a high-handed bitch with a touch of total nutbar. She’s defending her daughter’s lies and spouting this crackpot “Casey is protecting Caylee” crap. She’s making sure that she alienates the very folks who could actually help her find her missing granddaughter…at least publicly.

But then we hear the jailhouse phone calls. And the doubt that creeps into Cindy Anthony’s voice when she tries to talk to Casey about Caylee’s whereabouts. And the exhaustion. And the fear. And maybe, just maybe, my heart melts a little for a grandmother torn between her child and her grandchild. A grandmother who desperately wants to believe the best but is slowly realizing that there might not be a “best” for her or Caylee.

I hope to God I’m wrong about Casey and Caylee. I hope that all the intarwebz theories about Caylee being alive are true. But much like Cindy Anthony, my hope dwindles.

*My mother-in-law is an NG fan. Shush.

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