One Hundred Years of Solitude

scalding. The only thing that
she asked of God for many
years was that he would not
visit on her the punishment of
dying before Rebeca. Every
time she passed by her house
and noted the progress of
destruction she took comfort
in the idea that God was
listening to her. One
afternoon, when she was
sewing on the porch, she was
assailed by the certainty that
she would be sitting in that