clotted blood from his throat.
On another night she saw him
strolling in the rain. José
Arcadio Buendía, annoyed by
his wifes hallucinations, went
out into the courtyard armed
with the spear. There was the
dead man with his sad
expression.
You go to hell, José
Arcadio Buendía shouted at
him. Just as many times as
you come back, Ill kill you