Charley looked to his left and saw that Jesse had peeled off and was maneuvering
through clusters of hickories and hackberries, so that pickets of him appeared vividly
against the snow, then vanished into gray air and deep brown trees where branches
snapped sharply and shrieked off his coat.
Jesse rounded forward under the towel and cozied his feet in the bath water. It was as if
no one else were around and Jesse was once again alone and at ease with his
meditations. He said, "I can't figure it out: do you want to be like me, or do you want
to be me?"