One Hundred Years of Solitude

was as straight and as thin as
ever. If it had not been for her
hardened cheekbones and a
few missing teeth, she would
have looked much younger
than she really was. She
herself arranged for them to
put the letters in a box sealed
with pitch and told them to
place it in her grave in a way
best to protect it from the
dampness. In the morning she
had a carpenter called who
took her measurements for