One Hundred Years of Solitude

and in search of its origin she
went through the pantry,
along the begonia porch
where Aureliano José was
chanting that three plus three
is six and six plus three is
nine, and she crossed the
dining room and the living
rooms and followed straight
down the street, and she
turned first to the right and
then to the left to the Street of
the Turks, forgetting that she
was still wearing her baking