lt;pgt;American pros

The front door swung open from the outside, and Elena-Kate, with her brown hair tied in a ponytail, came in, her key dangling from her hand. Her younger brother, Harris-Kate, carried a paper bag behind her.,Martin took out the bread and munched on the fried chicken, recalling his injury and previous job as he spoke. “The house repairman owes me two weeks’ pay, and then there was this injury,” he said, trying to think of ways to make more money.,"I'm now certain, you didn't get knocked silly." Elena wasn't even concerned, she pointed to the small copse of trees behind the house: "James is buried there."。