One Hundred Years of Solitude

cooks, who hastened to have
everything ready under the
imperturbable direction of
Santa Sofía de la Piedad. We
have to prepare everything,
she insisted, because we
never know what these
strangers like to eat. The train
arrived during the hottest
time of day. At lunchtime the
house shook with the bustle
of a marketplace, and the
perspiring guests-who did not
even know who their hosts