One Hundred Years of Solitude

than a month until the
wedding, but Amparo
Moscote promised to sew a
new dress within a week.
Amaranta felt faint that rainy
noontime when Amparo came
to the house wrapped in the
froth of needlework for
Rebeca to have the final
fitting of the dress. She lost
her voice and a thread of cold
sweat ran down the path of
her spine. For long months
she had trembled with fright