One Sunday, at six in theafternoon, Amaranta Úrsula
felt the pangs of childbirth.
The smiling mistress of the
little girls who went to bed
because of hunger had her get
onto the dining-room table,
straddled her stomach, and
mistreated her with wild
gallops until her cries were
drowned out by the bellows
of a formidable male child.
Through her tears Amaranta
Úrsula could see that he was