One Hundred Years of Solitude

kind of Chinese toy, made up
of five concentric boxes, and
in the last one there was a
card laboriously inscribed by
someone who could barely
write: Well get together
Saturday at the movies.
Meme felt with an aftershock
that the box had been on the
railing for a long time within
reach of Fernandas curiosity,
and although she was
flattered by the audacity and
ingenuity of Mauricio