One Hundred Years of Solitude

out the exact place where she
had been and the time that
had passed since she had left
it. It was a definite,
unmistakable trace that no
one in the family could
distinguish because it had
been incorporated into the
daily odors for a long time,
but it was one that the
outsiders identified
immediately. They were the
only ones, therefore, who
understood how the young