One Hundred Years of Solitude

than usual so that the man
would not be in danger.
While she was pouring water
from the, cistern she told him
that the roof was in that state
because she thought that the
bed of leaves had been rotted
by the rain and that was what
was filling the bathroom with
scorpions. The stranger
thought that her small talk
was a way of covering her
complaisance, so that when
she began to soap herself he