One Hundred Years of Solitude

his shoulder and a string of
rabbits in his hand.

            For the love    of  God,    she

said in a low voice, its not
right for them to come to me
with that memory now.

            I   want    to  rent    the house,

Aureliano Triste said.

            The woman   then    raised  the

pistol, aiming with a firm
wrist at the cross of ashes,
and she held the trigger with