One Hundred Years of Solitude

Since his clothes were at
Petra Cotess, every three days
he would take off what he
had on and wait in his shorts
until they washed. In order
not to become bored, he
dedicated himself to the task
of repairing the many things
that needed fixing in the
house. He adjusted hinges,
oiled locks, screwed knockers
tight, and planed doorjambs.
For several months he was
seen wandering about with a