One Hundred Years of Solitude

was so lonely that one
morning she appeared in the
room.

            Hello,  cannibal,   she said    to

him. Back in your cave
again?

            She was irresistible,   with    a

dress she had designed and
one of the long shad-vertebra
necklaces that she herself had
made. She had stopped using
the leash, convinced of her
husbands faithfulness, and for