One Hundred Years of Solitude

they were packing one of
Fernandas bridal trunks, the
things were so well organized
that the schoolgirl knew by
heart which were the suits
and cloth slippers she could
wear crossing the Atlantic
and the blue cloth coat with
copper buttons and the
cordovan shoes she would
wear when she landed. She
also knew how to walk so as
not to fall into the water as
she went up the gangplank,