Connie always felt that the lady in black didn't like her at all.

"A funny thing used to happen to Connie in the living room. She would go out the back door to the porch on the northwest side, you know, and no sooner was she outside than that big old door would slam behind her and lock. Now, in order to lock it, you have to place a long board across the inside of the door and fasten it with a wooden peg. It was only when Connie dragged a really heavy armchair in front of the door to prop it open that it wouldn't slam to and lock her out.

"Connie used to visit me sometimes on her day off, and she'd tell me what was happening in the household and what the lady in black was up to. She'd say to me, 'Flora, why don't you think she likes me?' She was a sweet person, much sweeter by nature than I am, and everybody liked her. She was lame, and really round and short. I'd say, 'Well, Connie, maybe she don't like you because you're fat like she was.' Connie would laugh and laugh.

"I never say the lady upstairs, but Connie did many times. She used to see her standing quietly in the master bedroom above the living room. At one point Connie had the baby's bassinet up there. Some days she'd be outside working when she'd hear the baby start fussing. Well, of course she'd hurry on up, which took her a few minutes, being lame and all. By the time she got upstairs, the baby would often be happily waving her hands and making sounds the way she did when someone was entertaining her. Connie would frown, even if she couldn't see the lady, and snatch the baby up and hurry downstairs. But I said, 'Why Connie, what'd you do that for? They were perfectly happy!'

"Connie said that she had a lot of trouble, more trouble than I really had, with things being moved and rearranged in the living room. One of the things I remember her telling me about concerned a beautiful glass and satin screen, the kind of standing screen you put up behind a chair to stop drafts. It had four sections, and it was really heavy. Connie said she used to find it carefully moved across the room and folded up against one of the love seats. That lady in black must've been awful strong.

"Here's something funny. Connie said she used to wash out her underwear and hang it up to dry in the bathroom next to the maid's room. Well, the next time she'd go back in there, the underwear would all be back in the tub soaking, ready for another washing. I told Connie that maybe the lady thought she used too much soap and needed to rinse things out better. Oh, that lady was particular, she was."