One Hundred Years of Solitude

She has to come. He repeated
it so many times and with
such conviction that one
afternoon when he was
putting together a little gold
fish in the work shop, he had
the certainty that she had
answered his call. Indeed, a
short time later he heard the
childish voice, and when he
looked up his heart froze with
terror as he saw the girl at the
door, dressed in pink organdy
and wearing white boots.