In a community within the city of Marietta, located in the outer satellite city, Martin-Davis hobbled into the living room, his injured knee protesting with pain.,Elena was beautiful, with delicate features and a statuesque figure. Her smooth face lacked the freckles common among white people. As soon as she entered, she said, "Are you better Can you speak normally now",She was still worried a few days ago that Martin, having gone from a pauper to an idiot and then back to a pauper, would be another mouth to feed. Now that her mood had eased, she nonchalantly said: "James is lucky to have been freed from the pain of poverty. We were the ones who dug his grave."。