Then Úrsula gave in to theevidence. My God, she
exclaimed in a low voice. So
this is what its like to be
dead. She started an endless,
stumbling, deep prayer that
lasted more than two days,
and that by Tuesday had
degenerated into a
hodgepodge of requests to
God and bits of practical
advice to stop the red ants
from bringing the house
down, to keep the lamp