She glared at him, her eyes blazing like a towering mountain peak: “The worst thing that ever happened, this past Monday your dad ran off with my mom, claiming it was love and freedom!”,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.",The car stopped at the roadside, and the muscular man who got out looked at Martin and said, "Martin Davis"。