On the bare wooden walls of the living room, two yellowed posters were pasted.,“You two idiots, take me to the vet!” Martin swore, snatching the paper bag without ceremony.,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."。