One Hundred Years of Solitude

shuffling through the rooms,
the house seemed enormous
and empty. Rebeca took
charge of domestic order,
while the Indian woman took
care of the bakery. At dusk,
when Pietro Crespi would
arrive, preceded by a cool
breath of lavender and always
bringing a toy as a gift, his
fiancée would receive the
visitor in the main parlor with
doors and windows open to
be safe from any suspicion. It