" You are gonna have to live with me now," Uncle Ray said. " Why?" Vicky asked harshly. " DON'T YOU GET IT! YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD AND YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY IS DEAD! SO YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME!" he shouted. " No,I hate you," Vicky growled. " Then where will you live?" "
" I can manage."
" We'll see about that," Uncle Ray said grabbing Vicky.