One Hundred Years of Solitude

apron and her house slippers,
and she came out onto the
square and went into the door
of a house where she had
never been, and she pushed
open the bedroom door and
was almost suffocated by the
smell of burned gunpowder,
and she found José Arcadio
lying face down on the
ground on top of the leggings
he had just taken off, and she
saw the starting point of the
thread of blood that had