One Hundred Years of Solitude

several bands, and she waved
with her hand and gave her
thanks with a smile to those
who wished her good luck
from the windows. Aureliano,
dressed in black, wearing the
same patent leather boots
with metal fasteners that he
would have on a few years
later as he faced the firing
squad, had an intense
paleness and a hard lump in
his throat when he met the
bride at the door of the house