With the end of the Mountain Laurel Festival, Atlanta's 2003 spring festivities officially came to a close.,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.,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."。