Once upon a time, there was an old woman who was suspicious of everyone. She assumed every waiter had spit in her food. She assumed every man approaching her was going to snatch her pocketbook or rape her. She assumed every deliveryman was casing her house. She assumed every clerk and repairman was cheating her. She assumed everything her grown children said was them mocking her somehow. She assumed everybody was trying to pull one over on her, humiliate her, judge her, cheat her, or harm her in some way.
The root of this old woman’s general suspiciousness was that, when she was 25 years old, she had murdered an entire family just for fun. And she had never been found out. So, if that was in her past, what on Earth must everyone else be hiding?