One Hundred Years of Solitude

somber building that Meme
recognized immediately from
her mothers stories of the
convent where they had
raised her to be a queen, and
then she understood that they
had come to the end of the
journey. While Fernanda was
speaking to someone in the
office next door, Meme
remained in a parlor
checkered with large oil
paintings of colonial
archbishops, still wearing an