One Hundred Years of Solitude

fetched the ledger where she
had written down the facts
about her nephews and as the
telegrams arrived she drew
lines through the names until
only that of the eldest
remained. They remembered
him very well because of the
contrast between his dark
skin and his green eyes. His
name was Aureliano Amador
and he was a carpenter, living
in a village hidden in the
foothills. After waiting two