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Years later, a mental illness like a paranoid psychosis struck her. It started in the bottom of her stomach like an iron rod, twisted, and stayed there. The Freudian marriage therapist Lawrence Tumulak didn’t foresee it. It had started with the post-partum depression after the birth of Troy and the therapist had not addressed it.
Lawrence blamed her for the sad marriage. She blamed herself but blamed Michael most of all. She lived with anger. The Circus years ago, when Troy was barely three, and his father would die in two months.
“Daddy?”
“We’ll stay until the end, son. Here come the elephants. Look at them and do you hear? The circus is almost over. Wasn’t it fun? Troy, always remember, though, wild animals belong in their homes in the jungle. They don’t belong in a circus.”
“Why
