Walking past an intersection westward from Garden Middle Street brings one to Western Garden Street, different from the shop-filled North Street and the rented South Street.
Most of Western Garden Street is comprised of South Los locals or those who have purchased properties.
Therefore, it's even more peaceful here.
Under the tall elm trees, children run by from time to time, with crisp shouts ringing out as parents chase after them, giving warnings.
Standing on the terrace of number 99 on Western Garden Street, Tarite watched this scene, his eyes filled with envy.
After pausing for a moment, he rubbed the corner of his eye and turned around to finish his last unfinished business.
Tidying up the pigeon cages.
According to that gentleman, all the pigeons had to be killed.
But...
Two years of companionship had already made him, a lonely fellow, see these pigeons as an indispensable part of his life.
So, for the first time, he defied that gentleman's will.
