watching it rain on the
begonias. Úrsula understood
then that they would not have
him home for long. If its not
the war, she thought, it can
only be death. It was a
supposition that was so neat,
so convincing that she
identified it as a premonition.
That night, at dinner, thesupposed Aureliano Segundo
broke his bread with his right
hand and drank his soup with