One Hundred Years of Solitude

other was a blond boy with
the same light eyes as his
mother, whose hair had been
left to grow long and curly
like that of a woman. He
entered the house with a great
deal of familiarity, as if he
had been raised there, and he
went directly to a chest in
Úrsulas bedroom and
demanded, I want the
mechanical ballerina. Úrsula
was startled. She opened the
chest, searched among the