One Hundred Years of Solitude

morning, sleep all day long,
and she spent several months
with her timetable all in
disarray until some casual
incident would bring her back
into the order of things. When
things were going better she
would get up at eleven oclock
in the morning and shut
herself up until two oclock,
completely nude, in the
bathroom, killing scorpions
as she came out of her dense
and prolonged sleep. Then