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.",Elena pulled out her scuffed phone, glanced at the time, and stood up. "I should get to the mall for my shift," she said.。