One Hundred Years of Solitude

distant air and the withdrawn
attitude. He no longer
bothered with the children.
He ate at odd hours, muddled
from head to toe, and he did
so in a corner in the kitchen,
barely answering the
occasional questions asked by
Santa Sofía de la Piedad.
Seeing him work that way, as
she had never dreamed him
capable of doing, Fernanda
thought that his stubbornness
was diligence, his greed