One Hundred Years of Solitude

left over from days when they
were five years younger, and
they took them off with the
same innocence with which
they had put them on, and in
the paroxysms of love they
would exclaim good heavens,
look how that roof is falling
in, and as soon as they got
their peso and fifty cents they
would spend it on a roll with
cheese that the proprietress
sold them, smiling more than
ever, because only she knew