One Hundred Years of Solitude

Remedios the Beauty. She
was ashamed of the blush that
covered her cheeks on the day
her nephew asked her how
long she intended wearing the
black bandage on her hand,
for she interpreted it as an
allusion to her virginity.
When he arrived, she barred
the door of her bedroom, but
she heard his peaceful
snoring in the next room for
so many nights that she forgot
about the precaution. Early