One Hundred Years of Solitude

had been the victims of her
irrevocable fate as a shared
woman, but her heart grew
old without bitterness. Fat,
talkative, with the airs of a
matron in disgrace, she
renounced the sterile illusions
of her cards and found peace
and consolation in other
peoples loves. In the house
where Aureliano José took
his siesta, the girls from the
neighborhood would receive
their casual lovers. Lend me