lt;pgt;American pros

Martin was just about to ask a question, then he remembered that this house belonged to James Carter. "Your uncle died eight years ago," he said, "from eating the wrong flour.","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.",After tidying up a little, he stepped out and stood in the sunshine, taking a slight look around.。