SIGNATURE SHAPE The towers of the El Dorado, at 90th Street, scene of a family’s claims of abuse, inheritance and co-op shares.
SOMETHING was wrong in Apartment 9B.
As the housekeeper opened the door, the two Tibetan spaniels were on edge. “Tibby was sort of hanging onto me,” she would testify later.
The housekeeper, June Gordon, pushed past the dogs in the pantry that May morning in 2005. She moved deeper into the apartment that was like some cobwebby Miss Havisham version of high-end Manhattan living, with peeling paint, torn furniture and a permanent stink of cigarettes. She found Joyce Cheney on the small red sofa in the big living room, with its impressive view south over the tops of the West Side brownstones.
Mrs. Cheney was a slight woman with short gray hair. She was 83. “June, help me,” she said. She had been there all night, in her urine-drenched nightgown, unable to move. Her arm was broken.
It would be a while before Mrs. Cheney would provide a consistent account of what had happened that night, which she spent in the apartment with her 51-year-old daughter, Diane Wells. “She tried to kill me,” the mother would say, although her daughter was never charged with anything as serious as that.
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The housekeeper, June Gordon, pushed past the dogs in the pantry that May morning in 2005. She moved deeper into the apartment that was like some cobwebby Miss Havisham version of high-end Manhattan living, with peeling paint, torn furniture and a permanent stink of cigarettes. She found Joyce Cheney on the small red sofa in the big living room, with its impressive view south over the tops of the West Side brownstones.
Mrs. Cheney was a slight woman with short gray hair. She was 83. “June, help me,” she said. She had been there all night, in her urine-drenched nightgown, unable to move. Her arm was broken.
It would be a while before Mrs. Cheney would provide a consistent account of what had happened that night, which she spent in the apartment with her 51-year-old daughter, Diane Wells. “She tried to kill me,” the mother would say, although her daughter was never charged with anything as serious as that.
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