One Hundred Years of Solitude

the swaying of the cart.

            Good-bye,   Gerineldo,  my

son, she shouted. Say hello to
my people and tell them Ill
see them when it stops
raining.

            Aureliano   Segundo helped

her back to bed and with the
same informality with which
he always treated her, he
asked her the meaning of her
farewell.