Even those who knew the pair have trouble offering details. One nurse who treated M. for many years said, “She was a real lady,” in a voice that conveyed the highest respect, but offered little for the historian. I never heard details. No one told me she liked peas and was scared of dogs, or that she had a favorite purple dress. One member who followed M. remembered that she held a handkerchief in her hand and moved it around as she spoke. Still, she remains a peculiar woman with no peculiarities.
