One Hundred Years of Solitude

and without noticing their
consternation, sat down at the
table where Fernanda and
Amaranta were eating dinner
without saying a word to each
other. She had spent two
tremendous hours in the
bedroom of a girl friend,
weeping with laughter and
fear, and beyond an crises she
had found the rare feeling of.
bravery that she needed in
order to run away from
school and tell her mother in