Odd

Odd is always a matter of perspective and orientation. But, most of all, odd is a matter of experience. Reba in Unit B didn't dislike her neighbors, or resent talking to them. When necessary. Daily small talk, however, wasn't her necessity. That's all, nothing more to know. They watched her come and go, mostly at night, switching her patio plants with others in the yard, moving swiftly to avoid any miscellaneous humanity.