One Hundred Years of Solitude

handkerchiefs with his initials
for his birthday. On
Tuesdays, after lunch, while
she would embroider on the
porch, he would keep her
happy company. For Pietro
Crespi, that woman whom he
always had considered and
treated as a child was a
revelation. Although her
temperament lacked grace,
she had a rare sensibility for
appreciating the things of the
world and had a secret