Robert Turbitti kept his eyes trained on the side of the remote middle of nowhere town road hoping another payphone would crop up sooner rather than later. It had only been an hour since he last

dialed her number, but Bob was eager to check in on his girlfriend back in Providence, Rhode Island.

Another stop, another handful of tarnished coins dropping into the till, and yet another

call gone unanswered.

He looked down at the fresh ink on his shoulder.

Her name was forever imprinted on his skin.

Where was Pat? Pat.

23-year-old Patricia Walsh had left for a girl's weekend in Cape Cod, the weekend of January 24th,

1969.

Her best friend, 23 year old Marianne Wysaki, went with her,

but the pair never returned home.

I'm Kylie Lowe, and this is the story of Marianne Wysaki and Patricia Walsh on up in Rhode Island and attended classical high school in Providence.

She was quiet, a hard worker, but she preferred to stay in the background, never demanding or even claiming an ounce of attention for herself.

Even when she joined the theater department in high school, it wasn't to act or take the spotlight. Pat preferred to work

backstage. Pat made friends with Marianne Wysaki at classical high school.

Marianne was the only child of Walter and Martha Wysaki.

Her yearbook photo in black and white pictures Marianne with short dark hair looking off camera with the William Blake quote

formed of joy and mirth printed below.

She was a bowler and a swimmer and she skated competitively all four years of high school.

She also made delicious lavender cookies.

Pat and Marianne went to Rhode Island College together, though Maryan dropped out after her first

semester and was working to save enough money to go back. Pat graduated and became a teacher. She loved her

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