lt;pgt;American pros

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.,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.,A vintage Dodge pickup truck rumbled down the cracked road, its side painted with a dancing man and the words "Beast House" below.。