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He
repeated
it
so
many
times
and
with
such
conviction
that
one
afternoon
when
he
was
putting
together
a
little
gold
fish
in
the
work
shop
,
he
had
the
certainty
that
she
had
answered
his
call
.
Indeed
,
a
short
time
later
he
heard
the
childish
voice
,
when
he
looked
up
his
heart
froze
with
terror
as
he
saw
the
girl
at
the
door
,
dressed
in
pink
organdy
and
wearing
white
boots
.
But
Aureliano
did
not
give
her
time
to
respond
.
He
picked
up
the
little
fish
by
the
chain
that
came
through
its
mouth
and
said
to
her
.
"
Come
in
.
"
Remedios
went
over
and
asked
some
questions
about
the
fish
that
Aureliano
could
not
answer
because
he
was
seized
with
a
sudden
attack
of
asthma
.
He
wanted
to
stay
beside
that
lily
skin
forever
,
beside
those
emerald
eyes
,
close
to
that
voice
that
called
him
"
sir
"
with
every
question
.
showing
the
same
respect
that
she
gave
her
father
.
Melquíades
was
in
the
corner
seated
at
the
desk
scribbling
indecipherable
signs
.
Aureliano
hated
him
.
All
he
could
do
was
tell
Remedios
that
he
was
going
to
give
her
the
little
fish
and
the
girl
was
so
startled
by
the
offer
that
she
left
the
workshop
as
fast
as
she
could
.
That
afternoon
Aureliano
lost
the
hidden
patience
with
which
he
had
waited
for
a
chance
to
see
her
.
He
neglected
his
work
.
In
several
desperate
efforts
of
concentration
he
willed
her
to
appear
but
Remedios
did
not
respond
.
He
looked
for
her
in
sisters
'
shop
,
behind
the
window
shades
in
her
house
,
in
her
father
's
office
,
but
he
found
her
only
in
the
image
that
saturated
his
private
and
terrible
solitude
.
He
would
spend
whole
hours
with
Rebeca
in
the
parlor
listening
to
the
music
on
the
pianola
.
She
was
listening
to
it
because
it
was
the
music
with
which
Pietro
Crespi
had
taught
them
how
to
dance
.
Aureliano
listened
to
it
simply
because
everything
,
even
music
,
reminded
him
of
Remedios
.
The
house
became
full
of
loves
Aureliano
expressed
it
in
poetry
that
had
no
beginning
or
end
.
He
would
write
it
on
the
harsh
pieces
of
parchment
that
Melquíades
gave
him
,
on
the
bathroom
walls
,
on
the
skin
of
his
arms
,
and
in
all
of
it
Remedios
would
appear
transfigured
:
Remedios
in
the
soporific
air
two
in
the
afternoon
,
Remedios
in
the
soft
breath
of
the
roses
,
Remedios
in
the
water-clock
secrets
of
the
moths
,
Remedios
in
the
steaming
morning
bread
,
Remedios
everywhere
and
Remedios
forever
.
Rebeca
waited
for
her
love
at
four
in
the
afternoon
,
embroidering
by
the
window
.
She
knew
that
the
mailman
's
mule
arrived
only
every
two
weeks
,
but
she
always
waited
for
him
,
convinced
that
he
was
going
to
arrive
on
some
other
day
by
mistake
.
It
happened
quite
the
opposite
:
once
the
mule
did
not
come
on
the
usual
day
.
Mad
desperation
,
Rebeca
got
up
in
the
middle
of
the
night
and
ate
handfuls
of
earth
in
the
garden
with
a
suicidal
drive
,
weeping
with
pain
and
fury
,
chewing
tender
earthworms
and
chipping
her
teeth
on
snail
shells
.
She
vomited
until
dawn
.
She
fell
into
a
state
of
feverish
prostration
,
lost
consciousness
,
and
her
heart
went
into
a
shameless
delirium
.
úrsula
,
scandalized
,
forced
the
lock
on
her
trunk
and
found
at
the
bottom
,
tied
togetpink
ribbons
,
the
sixteen
perfumed
letters
and
the
skeletons
of
leaves
and
petals
preserved
in
old
books
the
dried
butterflies
that
turned
to
powder
at
the
touch
.
Aureliano
was
the
only
one
capable
of
understanding
such
desolation
.
That
afternoon
,
while
úrsula
was
trying
to
rescue
Rebeca
from
the
slough
of
delirium
,
he
went
with
Magnífico
Visbal
and
Gerineldo
Márquez
to
Catarino
's
store
.
The
establishment
had
been
expanded
with
a
gallery
of
wooden
rooms
where
single
women
who
smelled
of
dead
flowers
lived
.
A
group
made
up
of
an
accordion
and
drums
played
the
songs
of
Francisco
the
Man
,
who
had
not
been
seen
in
Macondo
for
several
years
.
The
three
friends
drank
fermented
cane
juice
.
Magnífico
Gerineldo
,
contemporaries
of
Aureliano
but
more
skilled
in
the
ways
the
world
,
drank
methodically
with
the
women
seated
on
their
laps
.
One
of
the
women
,
withered
and
with
goldwork
on
her
teeth
,
gave
Aureliano
a
caress
that
made
him
shudder
.
He
rejected
her
.
He
had
discovered
that
the
more
he
drank
the
more
he
thought
about
Remedios
,
but
he
could
bear
the
torture
of
his
recollections
better
.
He
did
not
know
exactly
when
he
began
to
float
.
He
saw
his
friends
and
the
women
sailing
in
a
radiant
glow
,
without
weight
or
mass
,
saying
words
that
did
not
come
out
of
their
mouths
and
making
mysterious
signals
that
did
not
correspond
to
their
expressions
.
Catarino
put
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
said
to
him
:
"
It
's
going
on
eleven
.
"
Aureliano
turned
his
head
,
saw
the
enormous
disfigured
face
with
a
felt
flower
behind
the
ear
,
and
then
he
lost
his
memory
,
as
during
the
times
of
forgetfulness
,
and
he
recovered
it
on
a
strange
dawn
and
in
a
room
that
was
completely
foreign
,
where
Pilar
Ternera
stood
in
her
slip
,
barefoot
,
her
hair
down
,
holding
a
lamp
over
him
,
startled
with
disbelief
.
"
Aureliano
!
"
