One Hundred Years of Solitude

            Lets    go, Renata, she told

her.

            She gave    no  explanation.

Meme, for her part, did not
expect or want any. She not
only did not know where they
were going, but it would have
been the same to her if they
had been taking her to the
slaughterhouse. She had not
spoken again nor would she
do so for the rest of her life
from the time that she heard