Unless you plan to raffle off
bones.
Then she told him to lookin the bedroom and Aureliano
Segundo saw the mule. Its
skin was clinging to its bones
like that of its mistress, but it
was just as alive and resolute
as she. Petra Cotes had fed it
with her wrath, and when
there was no more hay or
corn or roots, she had given it
shelter in her own bedroom