Living in such a place as Greenwood, one should be aquatinted with many people. But Meredith was not. Never had any one person understood her. She was different. Though she despised the people that had made a fool of her many times before, she still longed for the company of another. To her surprise, the man kept walking down the road to the library every morning at 10. This had become her secret little ritual even though it did not involve her.
Meredith went to her computer and emailed her doctor. They had been communicating this way for three years due to her inability to come out of her home during office hours.
"Have you ever heard of someone with OCD forming a new ritual that had more to to with another living being rather than themselves?"
After reading the email over 6 times, she clicked send.