One Hundred Years of Solitude

before it rolled to the door,
and came back blushing to
the altar. Her mother and
sisters suffered so much from
the fear that the child would
do something wrong during
the ceremony that in the end
they were the ones who
committed the impertinence
of picking her up to kiss her.
From that day on the sense of
responsibility, the natural
grace, the calm control that
Remedios would have in the