Martin sat on the sofa, dust dancing in the air made his nose itch, a sneeze about to erupt was thwarted by something hard poking his bottom.,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",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."。