One Hundred Years of Solitude

            You will    not be  happy   as

long as your parents remain
unburied.

            Rebeca  shuddered.  As  in

the memory of a dream she
saw herself entering the
house as a very small girl,
with the trunk and the little
rocker, and a bag whose
contents she had never
known. She remembered a
bald gentleman dressed in
linen and with his collar