One Hundred Years of Solitude

shattered by rough work.
Fernanda, however, needed
only one look to guess his
status of mechanic. She saw
that he was wearing his one
Sunday suit and that
underneath his shirt he bore
the rash of the banana
company. She would not let
him speak. She would not
even let him come through
the door, which a moment
later she had to close because
the house was filled with