"You better get some money!" Elena snatched a piece of bread and took a big bite. "I'm not going to hold it against you for all the food you've eaten this week, and all the mooching you've done these past few months. But this house rent, your no-good old man hasn't paid it in six months.","Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.,A vintage Dodge pickup truck rumbled down the cracked road, its side painted with a dancing man and the words "Beast House" below.。