Miss lottie’s house was the most ramshackle of all our ramshackle homes. the sun and rain had long since faded its rickety frame siding from white to a sullen gray. the boards themselves seemed to remain upright not from being nailed together but rather from leaning together, like a house that a child might have constructed from cards. a brisk wind might have blown it down, and the fact that it was still standing implied a kind of enchantment that was stronger than the elements. there it stood and as far as i know is standing yet—a gray, rotting thing with no porch, no shutters, no steps, set on a cramped lot with no grass, not even any weeds—a monument to decay.

what can best be inferred about miss lottie based on the description above?

miss lottie was a loner with no family.
miss lottie wished she could afford a better home.
miss lottie was one of the poorest people in the neighborhood.
miss lottie was an outcast who did not take care of her home