Art O.
I actually first met her daughter, Elizabeth, in school, but it wasn't until the Summer of 2002 when my family moved into the apartments she managed that we met her. She seemed nice, but we didn't really talk with her very much other than work-related stuff when my dad did the maintenance and he had me help him. I can't really say anything bad about her personally; the only reason we found out about her passing is because my father came across the assistant manager, Grace, and she gave him the bad news.

