One Hundred Years of Solitude

was something as unnatural
as her cousins tail of a pig.
The woman let out an
expansive laugh that
resounded through the house
like a spray of broken glass.
Just the opposite, she said.
Hell be very lucky. In order
to confirm her prediction she
brought her cards to the house
a few days later and locked
herself up with José Arcadio
in a granary off the kitchen.
She calmly placed her cards