Robbie sobered up come springtime, and finally came to the conclusion he is no longer a part of this family, he left this hellhole and Robbie never said one goodbye, he loaded up what rags he had and threw them in his backpack, he looked back at this house of two gables and smiled, he finally figured out what kept him captive, and that was his beloved dog.
Robbie never made any peace with his four sisters, they were no longer in his picture, he lost touch with his mother too, who died 11 years later from cancer, he felt no semblance of love for any of them. When his mother took her last dying breath, even then his greedy, conniving, and oppressive sisters took control, his younger sister saw herself fit as acting general and lawyer, she doled or cherry-picked out the best furniture and grabbed her mom’s washer and dryer first, Robbie ended up with two holy pictures which he now despises, Robbie knows the shell game of religion well, the gambit of hustling fools and selling them something they could have or attain for themselves for free, and that's salvation. He laughs still because any fool who believes a virgin in those ancient times was available for the premise of being the catalyst of producing a Savoir for the world is an astronomical and behemoth fairytale, even modern Jews find it appallingly amusing.
Robbie grabbed his pittance of inheritance and walked out of their lives forever, he felt in his righteous mind he's more of a dignified human being than any of those phony cupboard pious nom de guerre unhinged hacks he called sisters. From then on, he was exiled from his family.
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