This story is fascinating to me…mainly because I lived in this “posh” building and had a locker on the same floor. Eerie, to say the least. On a moral level, all I can ask, again, is where is the father in this woman’s children’s lives? As usual, no mention, because in 2003, the father is still not important.
There was time for a bedside confession. JoAnne Patterson knew the cancer she had fought against for seven years was going to kill her.
In fact, when she died on June 6, 2001, she had already said her goodbyes, made sure her sizable estate was in order and signed the papers that gave her best friends guardianship of her 15-year-old daughter.