One Hundred Years of Solitude

answered when she was
asked through Úrsula, and
that answer planted an
enigma in Fernandas heart
that she was never able to
clarify. Tall, broad-
shouldered, proud, always
dressed in abundant petticoats
with the lace and in air of
distinction that resisted the
years and bad memories,
Amaranta seemed to carry the
cross of ashes of virginity on
her forehead. In reality she