{"id":248,"date":"2016-09-05T09:45:01","date_gmt":"2016-09-05T13:45:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.herbheineman.com\/?page_id=248"},"modified":"2024-07-25T16:48:01","modified_gmt":"2024-07-25T20:48:01","slug":"chapter-18","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/herbheineman.com\/Eden\/edensgarden\/chapter-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 18: A Warning"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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A camp counselor, or bunk mother, must nurture her image if she wants her campers\u2019 respect. Eden took heed, and started a chain reaction.<\/p>

She\u2019d first gone to Camp Pocono Alps when she was eight. At the end of her two-week session, she wouldn\u2019t leave till her parents promised she could go back all next summer. She never missed a season after that. Even her illness, which cost her a year at school, didn\u2019t break her string of summers at camp. \u201cIt\u2019s all in the timing,\u201d she joked. There was some concern about her fitness so soon after her convalescence, but she carried Rick Harmon\u2019s authorization for full activity. Nothing changed save the need to pay two visits to the village doctor\u2019s office for her monthly injection. Bad enough that she had to spend half a day for a one-minute procedure; worse that the second appointment conflicted with a camp-out. It was a rare camper who didn\u2019t enjoy the overnight. Eden, in her first year as counselor, didn\u2019t want to miss it either. She called home.<\/p>

\u201cDad, I don\u2019t want to miss the overnight. It\u2019ll be my first time as counselor.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou still have to get your shot,\u201d he said. \u201cAsk them to take you after you get back.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThere\u2019s four other kids going, and they don\u2019t like to send the van more than once.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThey can make a special trip for you. You\u2019re an employee and you have a good reason why you can\u2019t go. You\u2019re making the kids happy. Don\u2019t they owe you consideration for that?\u201d<\/p>

Indeed they do, she admitted silently. And if, to help her, he called them himself, they\u2019d probably agree and there\u2019d be no escaping it. It was not what she wanted.<\/p>

\u201cThe truth is, the best part of a day is wasted with that trip. Driving there, waiting, sitting around for half an hour afterwards, then driving back. And all for a lousy injection.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cKeeping you in the office after the shot is a precaution, in case you have a reaction.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou\u2019re telling me. Last time I thought they\u2019d have a fit because I scratched. First I had to calm them<\/em> down. They said it was hives, but it was just mosquito bites. After the second Benadryl I was so sleepy, I decided I\u2019d rather itch. This place is like a swamp, mosquitoes the size of airliners. Can\u2019t I take pills just this one time? Camp\u2019ll be over in three weeks.\u201d<\/p>

Eden listened to the weary sigh at the other end of the line. \u201cAll because of that hepatitis flap,\u201d her father said. \u201cIf they were still giving the shots at camp, there\u2019d be no problem.\u201d<\/p>

The flap had occurred the previous November, when Evie Berman came down with hepatitis. As luck would have it, she\u2019d received a shot of adrenalin at camp for a bee sting. It didn\u2019t matter that the nurse had used a disposable syringe and a single-dose ampoule. It didn\u2019t matter that one of Evie\u2019s friends, who\u2019d never been to camp, had become jaundiced a month before Evie. It didn\u2019t matter that tests showed hepatitis A, which is transmitted orally. A lawsuit was withdrawn only after considerable expenditure of time, money, and nerves. From then on, injections at camp were for emergencies only. Preventive medicine didn\u2019t qualify.<\/p>

Their first outing had taken till mid-afternoon. The campers were happy enough to miss swimming. Eden chided them for their attitude.\u00a0 She was now a leader responsible for the healthy experience of a dozen children, and for her the trip was a waste of good camp time. She had gone straight to the infirmary and asked whether she, at least, couldn\u2019t take tablets instead. The nurse said she had no authority to make such a change, but since the injection she\u2019d just got was good for a month, there was time to consult her own doctor. That complicated things. She postponed making a decision until the overnight forced her to. Her father\u2019s response was not encouraging, but so far he hadn\u2019t said no outright. \u201cI don\u2019t like the idea,\u201d he said. \u201cWith all the distractions, you could miss half of them.\u201d<\/p>

Eden drew a deep breath. \u201cDad, I will not miss half of them. I promise you. And once I\u2019m home I\u2019ll go back on the shots. Just one month. Yes? Trust me?\u201d<\/p>

There was a moment\u2019s silence, then a sigh. \u201cOK. But let me send them to the infirmary and ask the nurse to give them to you one day at a time. That puts the responsibility on her.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s hard to keep the respect of a bunch of kids when the nurse is chasing me around.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThen show up at the infirmary before the nurse starts chasing.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cFine. So it\u2019s my responsibility anyway. You might as well send them to me.\u201d<\/p>

Alan\u2019s concession was less than gracious. \u201cOK. I\u2019ll send you a month\u2019s worth. Take one before breakfast. Let\u2019s hope there\u2019s no strep going around in camp.\u201d<\/p>

Eden held her tongue. She had achieved her objective. Observing the calendar to the day, she carried her pills on the overnight trip. When she returned to camp, the pills weren\u2019t there.<\/p>

\u201cDid anyone see a bottle of pills?\u201d she asked.<\/p>

\u201cOoh, Edie, what are you taking? Are you on the pill?\u201d<\/em><\/p>

\u201cCut out the wise cracks, Joanie. This is penicillin.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cPenicillin! She\u2019s got syphilis!\u201d another one squealed. \u201cStay away from her! She\u2019s catching!\u201d The girls scampered into a corner of the cabin, covering their faces with pillows.<\/p>

Eden planted herself in the middle of the floor, hands on her waist. She picked on a girl whose grin was more wicked than the others\u2019.<\/p>

\u201cGloria, either give me my pills or there\u2019ll be no more radio or tape in this bunk.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI can\u2019t give \u2019em to you. I don\u2019t have \u2019em.\u201d<\/p>

None of them did. For all anyone knew, they could have been left at the overnight site.<\/p>

Eden thought of calling for a replacement. It was a distasteful prospect. Already she could hear her father: \u201cI told you it wouldn\u2019t work.\u201d It wasn\u2019t worth the aggravation.<\/p>

Her luck held for the remaining three weeks, no strep were going around. But returning home presented a new problem: How would she get past the next week with no pills to show? Admit she hadn\u2019t taken any for three weeks? Claim she\u2019d forgotten to pack them? She toyed with the half-truth of that excuse but, recognizing its moral falsehood, couldn\u2019t bring herself to it.<\/p>

The solution to her problem was as unexpected as it was gratifying. \u201cNo sense taking the rest of those pills,\u201d her father said. \u201cafter they\u2019ve lain around that swampy camp effluvium.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cEff- what?\u201d<\/p>

\u201c-luvium. Look it up and throw the pills away. Start a new schedule tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>

Eden shrugged. \u201cOK.\u201d She was still asleep when Karen went to work next day, so she got the shot in the afternoon. When done, she pulled on her clothes and sat down to write a letter.<\/p>

By the time the first symptom appeared, she was past thinking about the injection. Half an hour had gone by and she had been absentmindedly scratching her buttocks, her back, her legs, her neck, her forearms, and even her face before the intensity of the itching commanded her attention. To her amazement, she saw that her arms were covered with large red blotches. She went to the bathroom and ran cold water over them. Unthinking, she looked at the mirror over the washbowl, and beheld a sight that took away her breath even before her throat began to constrict. A bee sting! Impossible. There were no bees in the house. But her face, with its swollen lips and eyelids, looked just like Evie\u2019s that time they\u2019d carried her to the infirmary. Even as she stared, she felt as if her mouth and tongue were on fire, and a dreadful tightness gripped her throat. Her breath coming harder with each attempt, she almost fell downstairs as she tried to call to her mother. All that emerged was a hoarse whisper, but Karen, alarmed at the sudden noise, emerged from the study to a sight that practically took her breath too.<\/p>

\u201cMy God! What happened?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m suffocating,\u201d came back another terrified whisper. \u201cFor God\u2019s sake, help me!\u201d<\/p>

Without stopping to think, Karen put Eden\u2019s left arm round her own neck, grabbed her around the waist, and led her to the garage. Somehow she managed to pick up the car keys she had put down less than an hour before. It did not occur to her to call an ambulance.<\/p>

For the second time in her life, Eden found herself in the hospital, fighting for her breath. Luckily, the emergency room was not busy when they arrived. And luckily, the first nurse to set eyes on Eden recognized the most feared of allergic reactions. Poking her head behind the curtain of a nearby examining cubicle, she uttered two words: \u201cAnaphylaxis. Hurry!\u201d<\/p>

In less than a minute, Eden had received an injection of adrenalin and an oxygen mask. Propped up against a bank of pillows, she began to breathe more easily, and fifteen minutes later the doctor was satisfied that the crisis was passing. Only then did he turn to Karen with questions about causes. Who had prescribed the Bicillin? he wanted to know.<\/p>

\u201cDr. Harmon, our pediatrician. Edie had rheumatic fever when she was twelve.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHas she ever had a reaction?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo. I give the shots. There\u2019s never been a problem. I can\u2019t imagine that\u2019s what did it.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHas she ever missed any?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo. Dr. Harmon was very firm about that. Besides, my husband\u2019s a physician too, so we don\u2019t forget. She even got them at camp.\u201d<\/p>

Eden sat with eyes closed, listening to her mother\u2019s misinformed answer. Why did he ask that question? What would missing a shot have to do with the reaction?<\/p>

\u201cWait here while I call Doctor Harmon,\u201d the doctor said. \u201cThe nurse\u2019ll stay with you. I don\u2019t think Eden needs to be admitted, but I don\u2019t want you to leave without his instructions.\u201d<\/p>

He went into an office and closed the door. \u201cEdie?\u201d Rick was stunned. \u201cI can\u2019t believe it. What could have brought it on? She\u2019s never had allergies.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cReaction began about half an hour after a Bicillin shot. That\u2019s what her mother told me.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHer mother\u2019s been giving the shots almost four years. There\u2019s never been the slightest problem. I don\u2019t get it. All of a sudden, and such a violent reaction.\u201d He paused to consider. \u201cWell, that\u2019s the end of Bicillin for her. We\u2019ll probably have to go with sulfa. Better keep her overnight. Sometimes there are relapses. Remember, this is a slow-release drug, and she\u2019ll still be exposed after the adrenalin wears off. Anyway, I want to see her in my office the day after tomorrow. Say 1 p.m. Call me before you let her go. . . . You know, Sam, that girl\u2019s going to have some stories to tell. First she almost dies from rheumatic fever, then she almost dies from anaphylaxis. I wonder what\u2019s next. Did you happen to listen to her heart?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo. She was wheezing like a four-plus asthmatic. Couldn\u2019t hear much of the heart.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou\u2019d never hear it over all that noise. She has aortic insufficiency. Asymptomatic so far, but she\u2019s young yet. Listen to the murmur when her breathing\u2019s back to normal. But be prepared, she\u2019s awfully inquisitive, and very intelligent, and she knows about heart valves.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDoes she know the prognosis?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo, and neither do we. Anyway, you don\u2019t need to get into any long discussion with her. What happened today doesn\u2019t change anything except prophylaxis, and that\u2019s my job.\u201d<\/p>

Back in the examining room, Sam Black found Eden alert and comfortable. The facial swelling had decreased. \u201cThings are looking better,\u201d he announced. \u201cBut Doctor Harmon wants to be very careful and he said to keep Eden here overnight.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDoes that mean she could have a relapse?\u201d asked Karen.<\/p>

\u201cEven if she did, it would be milder, so there\u2019s no cause for worry. She\u2019ll be fine here.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWell, honey,\u201d Karen said to Eden, \u201cwe\u2019d better do as Doctor Harmon says. I\u2019ll call Dad from the payphone, so he can stop by on the way out. Are you feeling OK now?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cMuch better. Can someone explain to me what happened?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou had an allergic reaction,\u201d Doctor Black replied. \u201cDoctor Harmon will explain. He wants to see you day after tomorrow. Take care.\u201d He gave Karen the appointment slip.<\/p>

After he had gone, Karen leaned over to kiss her daughter. \u201cIt\u2019s just a precaution.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cGood night, Mom,\u201d Eden replied. Then, with a smile, she added, \u201cThanks for the ride over. For a while I thought this was going to be a repeat of the other time.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI don\u2019t think I could live through that again, even if you<\/em> did.\u201d<\/p>

Again Eden tried to figure what had happened. She wasted no time dwelling on the terror she had experienced at home. Instead, she turned to the missed doses of penicillin. There was a connection; the bedside conversation left no doubt about that. She would have to confess.<\/p>

Alan went to the emergency room as soon as word of Eden\u2019s admission reached him, only to find that she had been transferred to a hospital bed. By the time he caught up with her, his mind was in a state of chaos. Thank goodness she\u2019s OK was as far as he got before other thoughts took over: Resentment that the whole episode had played out in his absence \u2015 worse, without his knowledge. Perplexity as to what brought it about. Guilt that he had, once again, failed his daughter. Fear for what was next. The ultimate insult was her greeting.<\/p>

\u201cYou look terrible, Dad,\u201d she said with a lighthearted laugh. \u201cI\u2019m feeling much better, so stop worrying! Everyone was great. I shall live!\u201d<\/p>

Alan smiled bravely. He had a role to play. \u201cYou live too dangerously. I\u2019m glad it\u2019s over, but what in the world started it?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou\u2019re the doctor. Doctor Black seemed to think it had something to do with the shot. But this one felt the same as all the others, so I don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat was different was that you hadn\u2019t had one the month before. But that doesn\u2019t explain it either. You were still taking penicillin. Maybe Doctor Harmon can figure it out.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDoes this mean no more shots?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNot Bicillin.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThen what do I do? Switch to the pills?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNot penicillin pills.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhy not? Aren\u2019t they different?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDifferent, but not different enough. You could have the same reaction.\u201d<\/p>

Anxiety clouded her face. \u201cThen how?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThere are other ways. I bet you were scared to death.\u201d He meant it only as hyperbole.<\/p>

\u201cIt was awful. I couldn\u2019t breathe, and my face was all bloated. Evie Berman looked like that after her bee sting. Do you have a mirror? I want to see how I look. When I first saw my face, I couldn\u2019t believe it. And it wasn\u2019t just on the outside. My mouth and my throat felt all swollen inside<\/em>. I couldn\u2019t talk. And the itching and burning. And choking. I thought I\u2019d die.\u201d<\/p>

Yes, and you could have,<\/em> Alan thought. \u201cYou do have a talent for getting into the scariest situations. But I ought to go home and pay some attention to Mom. It\u2019s been hard for her too.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI feel sorry for her. I\u2019ve been a bundle of trouble for her.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cShe saved your life.\u201d<\/p>

Too late he realized what he had said. He didn\u2019t know how literally Eden would take it, but she\u2019d used similar language and didn\u2019t ask him to explain. She received it as hyperbole.<\/p>

She almost called him back from the door. She would have liked to phone Josh, but she remembered he was in Europe. It was just as well. He\u2019d have worried himself<\/em> to death.<\/p>

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Two days later a meeting took place in Rick Harmon\u2019s office. Edie had recovered fully.<\/p>

\u201cNow we\u2019ve got to make plans for the future,\u201d Rick said. \u201cI still can\u2019t figure out how you could take Bicillin all those years with no trouble, and then, bang! have a reaction like this.\u201d He leafed through Eden\u2019s record. \u201cNothing about allergies, no hay fever, no asthma, no eczema, nothing. Of course, you can be allergic to penicillin and nothing else.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d Karen asked.<\/p>

\u201cYou won\u2019t be giving any more Bicillin, that\u2019s for sure.\u201d Rick sighed deeply. \u201cNo matter how long you practice medicine, there\u2019s always something new.\u201d<\/p>

Alan realized that the whole story hadn\u2019t been told. \u201cFor what it\u2019s worth, there\u2019s one detail. I let myself be talked into oral penicillin instead of the shot last month.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cHow come?\u201d Rick turned to Alan.<\/p>

\u201cI didn\u2019t like the idea, but it was a matter of schedules. They don\u2019t give shots anymore because some kid got hepatitis last year. Camp wasn\u2019t even at fault. Now they have to go to a local doctor \u2015 who\u2019s not all that local \u2015 and Edie was tied up with an overnight. A big occasion.\u201d He recounted the phone conversation with Eden. \u201cAs I said, I fell for a persuasive argument.\u201d<\/p>

Rick was not upset. \u201cI don\u2019t like the pills either, but sometimes we make exceptions. Sounds to me like you had good reason. But how does that explain what happened? No reaction Friday, no reaction Saturday, no reaction Sunday, anaphylaxis Monday \u2015 boom! Even allowing for the difference between oral and IM, it still doesn\u2019t make sense. You don\u2019t build up that kind of reaction overnight. You got any theories, Alan? Ever see anything like it?\u201d<\/p>

Alan shook his head. Eden was sitting with head bowed and face deeply flushed.<\/p>

\u201cYou OK, Edie?\u201d<\/p>

Slowly she looked up and spoke in a muted voice. \u201cI know the answer to your question.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWell, don\u2019t look so miserable. We can use your help,\u201d Rick said.<\/p>

Her face was expressionless. \u201cI didn\u2019t react Sunday because I didn\u2019t take any. Nor Saturday, nor Friday, nor for three weeks before. They\u2019ve been missing since the overnight.\u201d<\/p>

Alan\u2019s face blanched. \u201cAre you saying that you\u2019ve been off penicillin all this time?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, I am,\u201d Eden said. Her tone, and the slight thrust of her chin, bespoke a defiance that neither her mother nor Rick understood. Whatever possessed this model girl to assume such an attitude? Alan alone knew. Reason admonished him to stop before doing more damage, but he could not restrain himself. \u201cHow could you be so careless?\u201d he shouted.<\/p>

\u201cI wasn\u2019t trying to be careless,\u201d she answered, her bravado beginning to crumble. \u201cThose overnights, with all that packing and unpacking, pitching tents and whatnot, things get lost.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThen why, for Pete\u2019s sake, didn\u2019t you call home right away? I could have sent more. I don\u2019t understand. You know how important this is.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou hoped there\u2019d be no strep going round, because obviously I couldn\u2019t be trusted to take the pills. Well, you were right on both counts. I couldn\u2019t be trusted, and there was no strep. So what does it matter now what I could\u2019ve done and what I should\u2019ve done?\u201d<\/p>

No one there had ever seen that side of Eden, including Eden herself. Her parents were struck dumb. Rick kept a straight face. To him adolescence, with its rude shocks, was one more fascinating aspect of his practice.<\/p>

\u201cYou know damn well what it matters.\u201d Alan was losing self-control. \u201cAfter this, penicillin\u2019s out of the question, and what\u2019re you going to do about prophylaxis? That\u2019s what matters. You\u2019ve got yourself a new problem, and you brought it on yourself. All because of some misguided worry about a bunch of stupid kids respecting you.\u201d<\/p>

This was too much for Eden. \u201cDad,\u201d she shouted back, tears of anger now flowing freely, \u201cI almost died the other night. And if I\u2019m going to get rheumatic fever over and over, then it\u2019s my<\/em> heart that\u2019s going to be ruined. Isn\u2019t there something else you can do than yell at me for bringing it on myself? And doesn\u2019t it occur to you that the reason I didn\u2019t call for another bottle was because I was too embarrassed? After the hard time you gave me. I had to make a promise just to get you to agree, and one pill later I\u2019m breaking my promise. I couldn\u2019t bring myself to call.\u201d She sobbed uncontrollably.<\/p>

Karen walked over and put her arm around Eden\u2019s heaving shoulder. \u201cShush, darling. Dad didn\u2019t mean it like that. He\u2019s upset because he\u2019s worried about you. You can understand that, can\u2019t you? Doctor Harmon will figure out some other way to protect you.\u201d She cast a hopeful glance in Rick\u2019s direction, and he nodded.<\/p>

\u201cThere is an alternative,\u201d Rick said. \u201cYou can take sulfa, but that\u2019s a pill too, and we\u2019ll be counting on you to keep up with it. After today,\u201d he added with a smile, \u201cI\u2019m sure we can. Especially because \u2015 and I have to emphasize this \u2015 if you do get a strep throat, we can\u2019t use sulfa to treat you. It only works for prevention.\u201d<\/p>

Eden nodded, her eyes downcast once again.<\/p>

Meanwhile Alan had regained his composure. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I blew up. It does make me mad that it had to happen, but it\u2019s not your fault you\u2019re allergic.\u201d<\/p>

In the silence that followed he felt his apology had not found its mark. Neither Karen nor Eden looked at him. Well, they need time, he rationalized.<\/p>

It was Karen who broke the silence. \u201cRick,\u201d she said, \u201cDoctor Black in the ER asked whether the shots had ever been interrupted, and now all this talk here about missing the pills. What\u2019s the connection?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s very clear now,\u201d he answered. \u201cBut before I explain, there\u2019ll be no blaming. What\u2019s happened has happened.\u201d Eden and Alan nodded. \u201cI suspect allergy began to develop months ago. The itching you had at the camp doctor\u2019s office, which you thought was mosquito bites, could have been a breakthrough reaction. It was mild because most of the antibodies in your system had been mopped up by the Bicillin that was just wearing off. Then you don\u2019t take any drug at all for three weeks, and you get a huge pileup of antibodies waiting for the next shot. That would explain it. You see, once the antibody machinery is geared up, it doesn\u2019t stop.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI thought antibodies were good for you,\u201d Karen said. \u201cIsn\u2019t that why we\u2019re vaccinated?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThere are antibodies and antibodies. When poliovirus meets its antibody, it dies quietly. When penicillin meets its<\/em> antibody, there\u2019s a violent reaction. It\u2019s just like bee-sting allergy.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI understand,\u201d Karen replied. \u201cBut you can be desensitized to bee stings.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI wouldn\u2019t want to risk it.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSuppose she\u2019s allergic to sulfa as well?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat pessimistic I don\u2019t want to be. Most folks tolerate it.\u201d<\/p>

Over the next few days Eden\u2019s and Alan\u2019s anger gradually subsided. Neither mentioned the issue again. But something had changed. Both were wounded, each by the other and both by the knowledge of their own culpability.<\/p>

Karen observed their subtle estrangement with sadness. But there was worse. With the splintering of her daughter\u2019s once-secure protective shield, she began to feel that danger lurked everywhere, that the next disaster was only waiting to happen. A premonition of doom descended on her, and in its shadow old memories stood out in relief.<\/p>

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Alan had a dream. A little girl was brought to the emergency room. \u201cHit by a bus,\u201d the nurse said. The girl\u2019s mother was frantic. \u201cShe should\u2019ve been on<\/em> that bus, but she rode her bike because she lost her carfare.\u201d Another doctor looked at Alan and shook his head.<\/p>

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