One Hundred Years of Solitude

hour was assigned before that
of Rebeca, but ordered her to
begin sewing her own shroud
on the next sixth of April. She
was authorized to make it as
complicated and as fine as
she wanted, but just as
honestly executed as
Rebecas, and she was told
that she would die without
pain, fear, or bitterness at
dusk on the day that she
finished it. Trying to waste
the most time possible,