One Hundred Years of Solitude

reaction from any one of
them. Since there was no
cemetery in Macondo at that
time, for no one had died up
till then, they kept the bag of
bones to wait for a worthy
place of burial, and for a long
time it got in the way
everywhere and would be
found where least expected,
always with its clucking of a
broody hen. A long time
passed before Rebeca became
incorporated into the life of