One Hundred Years of Solitude

husbands mother it was so
incredible that it took her
longer to discover it than to
forget it. Santa Sofía de la
Piedad never seemed
bothered by that lowly
position. On the contrary, one
had the impression that she
liked to stay in the corners,
without a pause, without a
complaint, keeping clean and
in order the immense house
that she had lived in ever
since adolescence and that,