One Hundred Years of Solitude

lower the window of the
second-class coach to hear
Fernandas last piece of
advice. She was wearing a
pink silk dress with a corsage
of artificial pansies pinned to
her left shoulder, her
cordovan shoes with buckles
and low heels, and sateen
stockings held up at the
thighs with elastic garters.
Her body was slim, her hair
loose and long, and she had
the lively eyes that Úrsula