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Show Moon -123 Alice sent Joy quotations from the Apostles admonishing women to submit to their husbands. Gloria sent a card she'd made with pasted-on dried flowers and enclosed a letter saying that Michael sent his congratulations, too, but they were both worried because Tommy had volunteered for the Army and was going to Vietnam. Ruth wrote that she'd sold the house in Evanston and wasn't sure where she wanted to live, maybe with Alice, or with Esther, who was now in San Francisco, or maybe she'd travel around the country on the Greyhound just to see all the places she'd missed. She enclosed a clipping on Marriage from the Christian Science Monitor and a magazine photo of a black horse running in a field. These things made Joy smile. Her grandmother still saw her as a little girl. The clipping said, Marriage. A holy relationship of two spirits. A temporary union of flesh which is not real, but can, when used rightly, serve as a reflection of God's Perfect Love. Mark began an internship at a State hospital on Long Island, which he plunged into with the zeal of a convert. He opened up to Joy the wonderful world of Rorschach blots, diagnostic writeups, catatonics, hebephrenics, paranoids, manic depressives. She learned that defenses are sick because they cover up real feelings; lack of defenses sicker yet, because dangerous feelings are unmasked; that for a patient to believe her husband is mistreating her is a sign of paranoia; to believe she is not sick is to be very sick indeed; to mistrust the doctor is to be beyond hope. "Schizophrenia" was the favorite word. It rolled on the tongue, it exalted, it frightened, it had clout. It seemed to Joy that to be given such a label created a |