BBM. Maybe I'm just weird that way, but I've tended to see Patsy as the kind of person who's sweetness and light above but a simmering cauldron underneath. When you live with people like are in my family, you get pretty good at recognizing the signs. But then, maybe I'm thinking of Joan Crawford too much. (Boy, what a memoir JB would have written if she'd lived!)
This is how she seems to me, too. She was a performer, and she knew how to hit the "right" notes to seem sweet and religious. The real Patsy? Who can say.
I always go back to the way she cried when talking about the press being mean to her and then a few minutes later talked about JBR's death with dry eyes and without being upset.