One Hundred Years of Solitude

wrapped in the shreds of
curtains that they pulled off
the windows and that fell to
pieces with every turn of the
body. Meme knew where
they were because in the
flight of her insomnia she saw
pass by the gentleman
dressed in black whom they
delivered to the house inside
a lead box on one distant
Christmas Eve. On the
following day, after mass,
Fernanda took her to a