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.",During the week Martin was injured, his neighbors, Elena and her four siblings, came over to bring him food.,This reminded Martin, he searched his memory, sadly discovering that he was not as simple as a pauper.。