The Sunday after Thanksgiving is cold and forbidding in State College, with steel-gray clouds promising snow. Kathy snaps a picture of her son outside his apartment. Ki-Jana holds a rose in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other, celebrating one season and two lives. They embrace and kiss each other, and Kathy heads west into the weather, back to Columbus. Their future beckons, a reward for odds beaten.
And the old pulpwood cutter, he would have been proud of them both.
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