Elena stood tall, her bleached-blonde hoodie stretched to comical heights: "Good. Get a job. I don't want to feed you slackers another week. I have two little kids to raise, and can't afford to keep you.","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.",Martin said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."。