EPILOGUE Brensen Six months later Langston’s house is packed when I get there for his engagement party. Everyone is out in the backyard surrounding the grill, sitting out at tables spread across the lawn beneath maple trees that are bright orange and red. It’s still not that cold outside, but this is Georgia, after all. It never gets much of a winter to begin with. It’s more like fall slowly turns into spring with a few chilly days in between. Still, it’s been a while since I’ve seen the seasons changing. Kenya doesn’t get much of a fall. Powell is manning the grill, stacking up piles of chicken legs, hamburgers, hot dogs, brats, and steaks. There’s a table laden with food, including potato salad, coleslaw, green salad, baked beans, and a variety of desserts. Knowing Powell’s cooking, it’s probably all delicious too. “You sure know how to throw a shindig,” I tell Langston when I come up to him where he’s standing by his new fiancée. She’s holding a bundle in her arms. “Is t
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