One Hundred Years of Solitude

a saint she was adoring
almost four bundled pounds
of gold. The tardy evidence
of her involuntary paganism
made her even more upset.
She spat on the spectacular
pile of coins, put them in
three canvas sacks, and
buried them in a secret place,
hoping that sooner or later the
three unknown men would
come to reclaim them. Much
later, during the difficult
years of her decrepitude,