One Hundred Years of Solitude

happened. At the final
moment, however, Amaranta
did not feel frustrated, but on
the contrary, free of all
bitterness because death had
awarded her the privilege of
announcing itself several
years ahead of time. She saw
it on one burning afternoon
sewing with her on the porch
a short time after Meme had
left for school. She saw it
because it was a woman
dressed in blue with long