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Debbie picked Con up at the Greyhound bus depot and brought him home. Traffic was light on Kelly Drive, so she slowed down as they passed the statue gardens. \u201cAsk Josh about what happened here,\u201d she said. \u201cOne could say that in this place history was made.\u201d<\/p>

Con turned in his seat. \u201cAren\u2019t you going to tell me?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI think Josh should be the one.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cMust be hot stuff. I can\u2019t wait,\u201d Con said with a wicked smile.<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s not funny, Con. When you hear it you\u2019ll understand.\u201d<\/p>

Fifteen minutes later they drew up before the Rabins\u2019 house on McCallum Street. Obviously they were expected, and within seconds the front door opened. Debbie\u2019s parents stood before them.<\/p>

\u201cWelcome to Philadelphia, Con!\u201d Esther was the first to speak. \u201cOr maybe you\u2019ve been here before?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBorn and bred. We lived in Fox Chase until I went to college. My dad\u2019s job changed and we moved to New York. Didn\u2019t Debbie tell you?\u201d A pause. \u201cYou must be her mother. The resemblance is too strong to miss.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo fair!\u201d Max chimed in. \u201cDoesn\u2019t Debbie look at least a little like me?\u201d<\/p>

Con felt drawn into this repartee and answered as though he had known the Rabins for years. \u201cWell, yes, I\u2019d say you\u2019re Mr. Rabin.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cActually Doctor Rabin,\u201d Esther corrected, \u201cbut he doesn\u2019t like to brag about his Ph.D.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie looked around. \u201cWhere\u2019s Josh?\u201d<\/p>

Esther answered: \u201cOh, he\u2019s here all right. But you know he likes grand entrances.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd here I am,\u201d Josh announced as he came out the door. \u201cNice to meet you, Con. Debbie\u2019s told us all about you.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie did not say anything. She remembered the scene years ago, when they had just returned from Europe and Eden had rushed to their house to greet them. Then, too, he had made a grand appearance only after Eden had almost panicked at his absence.<\/p>

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Con jumped out of bed. Luckily no one was using the bathroom. He cleaned and dried himself and went back to his room. The clock on the bedside table told the time: ten minutes after two. He lay down and hoped that if he fell asleep the dream would resume.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>

He had been lying in the sand, eyes closed against the glare of the sun and body basking in its warmth, when a shadow cut off the light. A girl wearing a one-piece swimsuit was standing astride him, smiling. He asked for her name, but instead of answering she turned around and, still astride him, bent over to grab his shorts.<\/p>

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Esther prepared scrambled eggs and rye toast for breakfast. Con felt rather than saw Debbie\u2019s presence. He was afraid to let his eyes rest on her for fear that he would end up talking about his dream. But he was forced to look her way when she broke the silence.<\/p>

\u201cAsk Josh about the statue garden.\u201d<\/p>

Con wondered why that subject should preempt the usual small breakfast talk such as how well he had slept, what he would like to see of northwest Philadelphia, and so on. But apparently it was important to the Rabins and he was pleased to be invited to hear more.<\/p>

\u201cYes,\u201d he said, \u201cI\u2019ve been wondering about that. When we were driving by, Debbie said there was history there \u2014 no, history was made<\/em> there.\u201d<\/p>

Josh looked down, composing himself. \u201cIt\u2019s very personal. I\u2019m not trying to be mysterious, but it brings back memories. Once I get started on that subject, next thing I\u2019ll be telling you about Carpenter\u2019s Woods, Cresheim Valley Hospital \u00a0\u00a0\u2014 and Eden. Maybe that\u2019s too much for a first visit.\u201d<\/p>

Esther gently laid a hand on Josh\u2019s arm. \u201cIt\u2019s your story, Josh. You decide whom to tell it to, and when.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDon\u2019t take it personally, Con,\u201d she went on. \u201cOnce you\u2019ve seen those places and heard what happened there, you\u2019ll understand why they mean so much to Josh.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie blushed. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Josh,\u201d she said, \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have brought that up. I didn\u2019t mean to put you on the spot.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat\u2019s OK, Deb,\u201d Josh said, \u201cit\u2019s your story too. You can tell him.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019d rather you did. There\u2019s a lot that only you know. True, Eden was my best friend too, but it was different with you.\u201d<\/p>

Nobody said more about the subject. When all had finished breakfast, Debbie turned to Con.<\/p>

\u201cFeel like going for a walk? Before it gets too hot?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019d like that,\u201d he answered. He wanted to be alone with her. Her family seemed like nice people, but he needed to sort out his feelings and not risk embarrassing himself or Debbie. The dream, which he thought must have been about Debbie, even though he didn\u2019t recognize her face in it, left him elated, disturbed, and afraid, all at the same time. Spending time with the real Debbie might clear his mind.\u00a0<\/p>

They walked to the corner of Glen Echo Road, turned right, and in no time at all were standing before Carpenter\u2019s Woods.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>

As they entered, Debbie explained: \u201cThis is it: Carpenter\u2019s Woods. It\u2019s part of Fairmont Park, one of the largest municipal parks in the country. I\u2019ll have to show you on a city map.<\/p>

\u201cI really don\u2019t know exactly what happened here, but it must have been significant. A few years back, before Josh went to college, and he was still living at home, he and Eden took a walk in here one evening. It was already dark, and a storm had just passed, so the ground was wet. You can see how easy it would be to trip over those roots and all, so I imagine they must have held hands.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound very exciting, for a couple going steady,\u201d Con interjected. \u201cWhere\u2019s the mystery?\u201d As he said it, his foot caught in an exposed root and he would have taken a dive if Debbie hadn\u2019t grabbed his hand.<\/p>

\u201cSee?\u201d she said. \u201cAnd that\u2019s in broad daylight! Imagine walking here in the dark. But I\u2019m sure something else happened. Josh practically said as much, when he mentioned the woods at breakfast. Why else bring it up? And I\u2019ll never forget the look on his face when he came home. As if he\u2019d had a revelation or something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>

\u201c. . . or something! Now what could that have been?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAs I said, it\u2019d been raining earlier. So my guess is, since the ground was wet they just talked \u2014 meaningful talk.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDid anyone comment?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo. We all knew they were in love. And no one felt like teasing them about it.\u201d<\/p>

There was a prolonged silence. Then Debbie said: \u201cFunny, Josh used to be such a tease himself when he was younger. Then, when he became a target, we all treated him with respect. Can\u2019t figure that out. But I\u2019m glad we did.\u201d<\/p>

Con found figuring it out easier. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t tease him without teasing Eden at the same time, by implication. And maybe you didn\u2019t want to do that to your best friend.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Debbie answered. \u201cShe\u2019d been the butt of his jokes so often that she wouldn\u2019t have been all that sensitive.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBut coming from you might have seemed like betrayal.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI really miss her,\u201d Debbie said, her voice shaking.<\/p>

They exited the woods and soon arrived at Debbie\u2019s home. They found Josh working on a doorknob. Hearing them walk up, he turned, smiling. \u201cWell, did you walk in my footsteps or Eden\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>

Debbie answered him. \u201cI told Con you were both floating on clouds of ecstasy and you didn\u2019t leave footprints.\u201d<\/p>

Like brother, like sister, Con thought. He couldn\u2019t resist joining in. \u201cI should have been looking for footprints. Then I wouldn\u2019t have tripped over that root.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd that was in broad daylight,\u201d Debbie explained. \u201cHow did you and Eden manage to stay on your feet?\u201d<\/p>

Taking a moment to sort out her meaning, Josh replied cheerfully: \u201cWe made so much noise, the roots heard us coming and got out of the way.\u201d<\/p>

Noise, hah, I bet, Debbie thought, but she suddenly changed the subject.<\/p>

\u201cCon, how much time do you have? I\u2019m sure my parents would welcome you to stay as long as you want.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYour parents are lovely people and I hope to meet them again. But I also have mine to think about. I should go home either this evening or first thing in the morning.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie turned to her brother. \u201cWould you be willing to show Con around Eden\u2019s Garden?\u201d<\/p>

Josh tightened the last screw on the doorknob. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we go together, the three of us?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat\u2019s a great idea!\u201d Debbie said. \u201cI think Con will find it even more interesting than Carpenter\u2019s Woods.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLet\u2019s go right after lunch.\u201d To Con he said, \u201cThere\u2019s a lot to see and a lot to talk about if you don\u2019t mind listening.\u201d<\/p>

Con calculated that he had three or four hours to build his expectation of what Eden\u2019s Garden \u2014 whatever that was \u2014 would look like and where it was. Josh had mentioned a hospital, but that could have been where Eden had died. So it came as a not-quite surprise when Josh drove him and Debbie to the hospital.<\/p>

There were more cars in the parking lot than Con expected on a Sunday afternoon. \u201cIs something special going on here today?\u201d he asked.<\/p>

\u201cNo,\u201d Josh answered. \u201cJust business as usual. And if you think this is bad for Sunday, you should try coming on a weekday. Doctors arriving as late as nine in the morning, likely as not, have to drive to a commercial parking garage two blocks down the road. The hospital pays, of course, but people complain about the inconvenience. As for nonmedical staff, they\u2019re not even allowed<\/em> to park here during the week.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhy is that? I mean, it\u2019s not as though we\u2019re in a congested downtown area. Isn\u2019t there space to expand?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYou\u2019re very observant,\u201d Josh answered. \u201cA couple of years ago there was a second parking lot behind the hospital, and parking wasn\u2019t a problem. But that lot is gone.\u201d<\/p>

Josh looked at Con expecting the next question. But Con sensed that an explanation was already coming, and he was right. \u201cLet\u2019s go inside and I\u2019ll show you,\u201d Josh said.<\/p>

They stepped into a large foyer, at the far end of which was a sliding glass door leading to the library. Beckoning the others to follow, he stepped inside. The library was deserted. At the other end was another sliding door, and they headed for it, stopping just short to read the ebony plaque above it with two words in gold lettering:<\/p>

The Garden<\/em><\/p>

The door slid open automatically and Josh led them inside. \u201cTake a look around,\u201d he said to Con. \u201cThen I\u2019ll tell you about it.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie walked Con around the large greenhouse-like structure, which was brightly lit by the afternoon sun. She pointed out the benches, rectangular pools, and plants, and the large Plexiglas-topped conference table in the center. Finally she stopped at the marble column just inside the door. Turning to Josh, she said, \u201cYour turn.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThis is Eden,\u201d he said, pointing to the bas-relief near the top. \u201cNot much of a likeness, I have to admit, but then, I see her differently from most people. No sculptor could ever do justice to my image of her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>

Debbie took her brother\u2019s arm and gently pulled him aside to allow Con a closer look. Con read the inscription aloud.<\/p>

This Garden is dedicated to the memory of Eden Avery, who died at Cresheim Valley Hospital on July 12, 1988. <\/em><\/p>

In this place, healers shall reflect on their fallibility. <\/em><\/p>

In this place, healers shall contemplate their awesome power and the far-reaching consequences of their actions. <\/em><\/p>

In this place, healers who have erred shall honestly face themselves, their colleagues, and their students. <\/em><\/p>

In this place, healers shall welcome the judgment of those who have suffered because of their mistakes. <\/em><\/p>

And in this place, healers shall reconcile themselves with their consciences, and shall themselves be healed. <\/em><\/p>

Nobody spoke for what seemed like an eternity. Then Con looked at Josh and said in an almost reverent tone: \u201cShe was your girlfriend, wasn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIn the best meaning of the term,\u201d Josh answered calmly. \u201cShe\u2019s dead, but she lives on.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cMy God, what a wonderful tribute,\u201d Con said. He realized that he knew nothing of Eden\u2019s story. Debbie had never told him, except to say that it was Josh\u2019s to tell. Yet he had a sense that the subject was too sensitive for him, Con, to broach.<\/p>

Josh evidently read Con\u2019s hesitation correctly. \u201cIt\u2019s a long, long story. Maybe I\u2019ll tell you some other time.\u201d And he left it at that, effectively silencing any further questions. Instead, he led them to the table. It was supported by four sturdy round legs, the tops of which were inserted into round cutouts on the underside of the tabletop. At the first corner, he invited Con to look through the Plexiglas and read the word etched into the top of the leg:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>

Compassion<\/em><\/p>

They walked around the table, reading the tops of the other three legs in succession:<\/p>

Competence<\/em><\/p>

Conscience<\/em><\/p>

Courage <\/em><\/p>

\u201cThe four pillars of the practice of medicine,\u201d Josh explained. \u201c \u2018Courage,\u2019 by the way, refers to admitting your mistakes, especially to the individuals impacted by them.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cDebbie told me that you\u2019re going to medical school next year.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, Cornell. The college is in Ithaca, as I\u2019m sure you know. But the med school\u2019s right here in New York City. I\u2019ll be visiting home more often.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cMore chances to give me a hard time!\u201d Debbie couldn\u2019t hide her delight at having Josh closer. Their bond was twofold, affectionate siblings and both best friends of Eden, in whose sanctuary they now stood.<\/p>

\u201cMed school must be hard to get into, especially Cornell, one of the best.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI think what helped me get in was the question they always ask: \u2018Why do you want to be a doctor?\u2019 I told them about Eden, what happened to her, how The Garden came into being. They were impressed. The same story might have gotten me into other schools too, but having gone to Cornell undergraduate, worked in one of their professors\u2019 lab in the summers, and gotten reasonably good grades helped, so it was an easy choice.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThere are all these medical schools in Philadelphia. Didn\u2019t your parents want you to stay closer to home?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThey probably did, but they also knew to leave the choice to me. They\u2019re very progressive and supportive. In any case, after four years upstate, New York City seems pretty close.\u201d<\/p>

Con nodded, conscious of liking the entire Rabin family.<\/p>

They left The Garden, passing the statue of Eden on the way out. Con felt deeply moved by what he had seen and heard, and once they were out of the building he said, to no one in particular, \u201cIt\u2019s almost like being in a church.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cChurch? Why?\u201d Debbie replied, frowning.<\/p>

\u201cWell, not literally. Certainly not like the church our family goes to, which you\u2019ve already seen. That church is built like a cross, has an altar, choir loft, aisle down the middle, and a high ceiling, really high. And from the outside it looks<\/em> like a church! Eden\u2019s Garden is like a greenhouse squeezed into a place that used to be a parking lot; a big Plexiglas table; pools with fish; no crucifix; no Ten Commandments. Nothing like a church in the usual sense \u2014 nor a temple, as far as I know. But still . . .\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSo, why does it remind you of a church? That\u2019s a fascinating reaction, and I\u2019m really curious,\u201d Debbie asked.<\/p>

Con shrugged. \u201cI should probably think about it some more, but since I\u2019ve brought it up I\u2019ll say this: You sit in there and reflect. Naturally, the more you understand about how it got started, the more meaning it has. I saw one young guy \u00a0\u00a0\u2014 could have been an intern, or a student \u2014 stretched out on one of those benches catching a nap. Does he have any notion what Eden\u2019s Garden is all about? I wouldn\u2019t be able to do it \u2014 not after what you told me.\u201d<\/p>

Josh nodded. \u201cYou\u2019re on to something there. I\u2019ve been thinking about writing a booklet, or a brochure, that we could pass out to anyone who works in this hospital. Once you know the history, it\u2019s not that easy to be casual about it.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI\u2019m only a visitor,\u201d Con said, \u201cbut I\u2019m really interested. Would I be prying if I asked you to tell me more?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cTell you what,\u201d Josh replied. \u201cTonight after dinner we\u2019ll sit on the porch, or in the backyard, and I\u2019ll tell you the details. You\u2019re not just any visitor; you\u2019re my sister\u2019s friend.\u201d<\/p>

This declaration was enough to make both Debbie and Con blush. \u201cGreat,\u201d Con said.<\/p>

\u201cAnd the statue garden on Kelly Drive is part of the story,\u201d Debbie said.<\/p>

As they were exiting the building, a well-dressed young man got out of a well-worn green Chevrolet Nova in the parking lot. Josh came to a sudden stop. \u201cWell, I\u2019ll be darned. Talk about . . . I mean, think about . . .\u201d Debbie couldn\u2019t suppress a short laugh.<\/p>

The man\u2019s face broke out in a smile. \u201cHi Josh, hi Debbie, fancy meeting you here on a Sunday afternoon.\u201d He looked at Con wondering whether to introduce himself or wait. Josh spoke. \u201cAre you on duty? This is Debbie\u2019s friend Connor, from Brooklyn, visiting us for the weekend.\u201d<\/p>

The two men shook hands. \u201cPleased to meet you, Connor. I\u2019m Calvin McCrae. Did you see our Garden?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, we\u2019re just coming from it. It\u2019s unbelievable! I know there\u2019s quite a story behind it. I can\u2019t wait to hear the details.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThat story that should be told over and over,\u201d Calvin said, a serious expression replacing the smile on his face. \u201cNow to answer your question, whether I\u2019m on duty: A kid was admitted with diabetes out of control, and I need to take care of him. His blood glucose is over eight hundred, which, if you\u2019re not familiar, is eight times what it should be. He\u2019ll slip into acidosis if he doesn\u2019t get some insulin fast.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOK, we\u2019ll get out of your way,\u201d Josh said. \u201cBy the way, I\u2019m starting Cornell Med this fall.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cCongratulations! Best of luck.\u201d<\/p>

Calvin went on into the hospital. On the way back to the Rabins\u2019 Josh said: \u201cYou\u2019ll hear more about him tonight. He\u2019s the reason The Garden exists.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOh? I didn\u2019t see his name anywhere. Isn\u2019t there a dedication, a plaque, or something? Like, did he or his parents give the money to build it?\u201d Con wanted to know.<\/p>

\u201cNo, it\u2019s more complicated, and when you hear the story you\u2019ll understand why there\u2019s no plaque.\u201d<\/p>

That evening Josh allowed the story to unfold as the three sat under the stars. Esther and Max stayed discreetly out of the way.<\/p>

\u201cDo you know what rheumatic fever is?\u201d Josh asked Con.<\/p>

\u201cNot really. I\u2019ve heard that children get it and it\u2019s like a bad case of arthritis.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cThe arthritis isn\u2019t the worst of it; it eventually goes away of its own accord. But rheumatic fever can also damage the heart. That\u2019s called rheumatic heart disease, and it keeps getting worse long after the arthritis is gone.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd it all starts with a strep throat,\u201d he added, as if he found it hard to believe.<\/p>

\u201cIsn\u2019t there anything you can do? Can\u2019t you treat a strep throat?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cYes, if you get there in time. But after one attack of rheumatic fever the best you can do is prevent another one, which would compound the damage. Unfortunately, once started the process goes on anyway, ever so slowly. It can take years.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cAnd that\u2019s what Eden had?\u201d Con was shocked at the idea of a young girl having heart disease that kept getting worse. He tried to imagine Debbie getting sicker and sicker and not being able to do a thing about it.<\/p>

\u201cYes,\u201d Josh went on. \u201cAnd that wasn\u2019t all. She also was allergic to penicillin, which is what they give to prevent recurrent attacks. Eventually it was penicillin that killed her.\u201d<\/p>

Josh looked down silently at the grass and recalled the night he and Eden had noted, with a measure of relief, how wet the ground had been in Carpenter\u2019s Woods, preventing them from doing what they both wanted and both feared to do. He looked up at the sky, searching for the moon that had so captivated Eden, but it had not yet risen.<\/p>

At that point Esther came out with a tray of iced tea and cookies. What incredible instinct that woman has! Josh thought admiringly, to divine exactly when her appearance would not infringe on their conversation. She\u2019d been like that as far back as he could remember. First that time long ago when she had found him daydreaming in the car after driving Eden home following the hockey game; then her unwavering support and discretion during those painful months following Eden\u2019s death and Calvin McCrae\u2019s pleas for reconciliation. He smiled at his mother and helped himself, signaling to the others to do likewise.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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