My grandma was a Canasta fan and played with her group of little old lady pals back in the 60’s. They were ruthless, the gin and tonic wielding crucifiers of friendships.
Had they been packing pistols I’m pretty sure someone would have been shot at some point. haha
Every night in the summer they would come shuffling over from all around the neighborhood and raise hell til well after midnight.
For a bunch of fairly refined old gals they were downright cut throat in their playing.
My grandma taught me to play when I was about 9 or 10 and quickly regretted it, was always telling her friends that I beat the pants off of her. haha
Many a summer afternoon playing Cansta with grandma in her comfy lanai room.