The street she lived in was always bestirred. From the crisp morning that'd have skies slashed with delicate, lethargic strays of golden hues to the night that'd have all the stray cows, and calves huddled in front of the pretty vegetable shop, awaiting their daily dose of remnant withering greens, leaves, and vegetables just before they closed it; South Street was always bestirred. With a humble wedding hall right next to the vegetable shop that stood in the entrance of the street, followed by a chain of amenities like a cramped grocery store, a tailoring shop, and a house turned