Robbie’s mom was a devout Catholic but her hypocrisy was always exposed and her pendulum advantage as she was his mother and that overruled everything. She hated animals especially pets, more decisive, Tara, and this hurt Robbie, she simply thought dogs were soulless creatures who had no place in any house. Robbie would always say, “Who made all things on earth?” But, trying to reach or iron over any point with her was a futile disappointment. Robbie thought how can she call herself a Christian? That was absolutely absurdity.
Springtime came, finally, and Kentucky Spring was majestic, songbirds pleaded with their mates in the full exhibition, like watching aerial dogfighting amongst the tiny chirping birds who finally submitted to their loves, snapping turtles often crossed roads and Robbie would grab the huge ones and would eat them, quite a delicacy in Kentucky and the South. And Robbie often found some lovely gal to justify his needs too, but he never fell in love with any of them. Winters were long in Kentucky and this is why animals and humans rejoice in the Spring and warming sunshine.
Robbie was back to work on a full schedule, he now, was carrying over 20,000 bricks and moving 5 tons of sand and mortar every week on average. This job drained him physically and mentally, and 40 hours a week for $200 just wasn't cutting it. On a Friday, he got paid and was planning on a night on the town, but he came home to see Tara’s back leg was broken, she came to him limping bad and he carried her to the basement, he lightly scolded her because she knew to stay off the road, but his concern now was to nurse her back to health.
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