The front door swung open from the outside, and Elena-Kate, with her brown hair tied in a ponytail, came in, her key dangling from her hand. Her younger brother, Harris-Kate, carried a paper bag behind her.,"Go pray to God for a miracle," Elena shrugged. There's no cheap sympathy among paupers.,The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。