Úrsula, who at that hour must
have been under the chestnut
tree having coffee with José
Arcadio Buendía. He thought
about his eight-month-old
daughter, who still had no
name, and about the child
who was going to be born in
August. He thought about
Santa Sofía de la Piedad,
whom he had left the night
before salting down a deer for
next days lunch, and he
missed her hair pouring over
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