"Your daughter has been evicted from her apartment and we wanted the family to have a chance to pack her apartment before we allow the sherriff to take control of the premises. Patricia is at The Good Shepard Homeless Shelter."
Oops. What happened to Pat?
Over the years, and due to a hyperviligance of her parents; Patricia had developed a bit of a "Schizoid" personality disorder. The only way she never heard the words of her tumor was to estrange herself from the people more obsessed with it's presence. To Pat the tumor was conqured and only a remnant of a struggle to maintain her autonomy. Her worst nightmare was waking from any surgery and realizing she would forever live with attendants at a living facility somewhere watching soap operas from morning to night.
When I went to Patty at the Good Shepard my first words to her were, "You having a good time?"
She told me to get lost and if I wanted to help to find out who stole all her money.
No one had stolen her money. She was a brillant accountant and survivor. While still 'with it' she set up accounts with brokerage firms and banks to take care of her bills automatically. Due to that many of her accounts had succumbed to dwindling funds due to lack of vigilance by her keen mind. Over the years the tumor which never spoke louder found comfort in diminished capacity but never daughted the habits of 'the fashion bug.' Her monies had succumbed to good planning of a brilliant survival strategist to the extent she thought someone had stolen everything she had.
Pat was still intact but living in an alternative universe. What happens from here is anyone's guess.
