Chapter 2
Endearment
Tara was a handful and a clever hound but her mischief often led her to trouble, even though Beagle’s nature is to hunt and chase rabbits. She once brought down the road an alive baby rabbit and was so proud to show Robbie but immediately he told her to take it back to the warren and remarkably she swaggered her lithe body sashaying those hips like some prima donna back to the rabbit's nest that was right beside the road, she placed it gently back into the furry warm nest and then looked up at Robbie like she was a saint, then Robbie told her, “good girl.”
Winters were long in Kentucky and lonely, the cold, wintry, and gloomy days were an abject wasteland for Robbie, his imprisonment was that basement but he liked it that way, toiling on his speed bag, lifting weights from his new weight machine, and listening to albums on his new Bose stereo system, Robbie had great taste in music, albums weren't cheap either even back then but Robbie purchased one every week when he was paid, he still to this very day has the full 600 album collection. Tara loved his taste too often placing her head in his lap when he sat on their basement couch. Robbie had to split wood for the entire family, they had a wood stove in the basement and Robbie stoked it all night long, just another laborious job he never got any credit or recognition, his sisters often detested him, and he never understood why?
Robbie's mom stood firm with his sisters’ resentment too, Robbie was far more intelligent than they'll ever know because he thought they all were a bunch of do-gooders, nanny-pamby hypocrites, and controlled degenerates, he really had no use for any of them, in his book they were all Judas backstabbing Catholic whited sepulchers. Today, he rarely speaks to any of his sisters, for great reasons too, betrayal of family.
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