“Whatever you do, you can’t do that” Ray said to her.
“Well, why not?” Sabrina said defiantly. She was getting sick of his antiques.
“Because I said so! And because it’s my truck. ” Ray muttered as he continued doing his crossword. He was pissed off at his little sister for touching his things.
Sabrina, annoyed at this point, went and picked up the truck and began playing with it anyway.
Ray leaped at her and pushed her to the ground.
Sabrina looked him, her eyes blood red. “I told you not to do that, didn’t I?” Her voice quivering with anger. Definitely not the sound of a 6 year old.
“Or what? What are you going to do little sis?” Ray laughed at his little sister.
Hours later, their mother had searched the whole house but could not find Ray. A frog was jumping across his room and Sabrina was quietly playing with Rays truck, dressed in her witch’s costume for Halloween. A sly grin on her little face.