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the night the soldiers searched the house; was known only by her and Aureliano。
   Aureliano made progress in his studies of Sanskrit as Melquíades?visits became less and less frequent and he was more distant; fading away in the radiant light of noon。 The last time that Aureliano sensed him he was only an invisible presence who murmured: “I died of fever on the sands of Singapore。?The room then became vulnerable to dust; heat; termites; red ants; and moths; who would turn the wisdom of the parchments into sawdust。
   There was no shortage of food in the house。 The day after the death of Aureliano Segundo; one of the friends who had brought the wreath with the irreverent inscription offered to pay Fernanda some money that he had owed her husband。 After that every Wednesday a delivery boy brought a basket of food that was quite sufficient for a week。 No one ever knew that those provisions were being sent by Petra Cotes with the idea that the continuing charity was a way of humiliating the person who had humiliated her。 Nevertheless; the rancor disappeared much sooner than she herself had expected; and then she continued sending the food out of pride and finally out of passion。 Several times; when she had no animals to raffle off and people lost interest in the lottery; she went without food so that Fernanda could have something to eat; and she continued fulfilling the pledge to herself until she saw Fernanda’s funeral procession pass by。
   For Santa Sofía de la Piedad the reduction in the number of inhabitants of the house should have meant the rest she deserved after more than half a century of work。 Never a lament had been heard from that stealthy; impenetrable woman who had sown in the family the angelic seed of Remedios the Beauty and the mysterious solemnity of Jos?Arcadio Segundo; who dedicated a whole life of solitude and diligence to the rearing of children although she could barely remember whether they were her children or grandchildren; and who took care of Aureliano as if he had e out of her womb; not knowing herself that she was his greatgrandmother。 Only in a house like that was it conceivable for her always to sleep on a mat she laid out on the pantry floor in the midst of the nocturnal noise of the rats; and without telling anyone that one night she had awakened with the frightened feeling that someone was looking at her in the darkness and that it was a poisonous snake crawling over her stomach。 She knew that if she had told ?rsula; the latter would have made her sleep in her own bed; but those were times when no one was aware of anything unless it was shouted on the porch; because with the bustle of the bakery; the surprises of the war; the care of the children; there was not much room for thinking about other peoples happiness。 Petra Cotes whom she had never seen; was the only one who remembered her。 She saw to it that she had a good pair of shoes for street wear; that she always had clothing; even during the times when the raffles were working only through some miracle。 When Fernanda arrived at the house she had good reason to think that she was an ageless servant; and even though she heard it said several times that she was her husband’s mother it was so incredible that it took her longer to discover it than to fet it。 Santa Sofía de la Piedad never seemed bothered by that lowly position。 On the contrary; one had the impression that she liked to stay in the corners; without a pause; without a plaint; keeping clean and in order the immense house that she had lived in ever since adolescence and that; especially during the time of the banana pany; was more like a barracks than a home。 But when ?rsula died the superhuman diligence of Santa Sofía de la Piedad; her tremendous capacity for work; began to fall apart。 It was not only that she was old and exhausted; but overnight the house had plunged into a crisis of senility。 A soft moss grew up the walls。 When there was no longer a bare spot in the courtyard; the weeds broke through the cement of the porch; breaking it like glass; and out of the cracks grew the same yellow flowers that ?rsula had found in the glass with Melquíades?false teeth a century before。 With neither the time nor the resources to halt the challenge of nature; Santa Sofía de la Piedad spent the day in the bedrooms driving out the lizards who would return at night。 One morning she saw that the red ants had left the undermined foundations; crossed the garden; climbed up the railing; where the begonias had taken on an earthen color; and had penetrated into the heart of the house。 She first tried to kill them with a broom; then with insecticides; and finally with lye; but the next day they were back in the same place; still passing by; tenacious and invincible。 Fernanda; writing letters to her children; was not aware of the unchecked destructive attack。 Santa Sofía de la Piedad continued struggling alone; fighting the weeds to stop them from getting into the kitchen; pulling from the walls the tassels of spider webs which were rebuilt in a few hours; scraping off the termites。 But when she saw that Melquíades?room was also dusty and filled with cobwebs even though she swept and dusted three times a day; and that in spite of her furious cleaning it was threatened by the debris and the air of misery that had been foreseen only by Colonel Aureliano Buendía and the young officer; she realized that she was defeated。 Then she put on her worn Sunday dress; some old shoes of ?rsula’s; and a pair of cotton stockings that Amaranta ?rsula had given her; and she made a bundle out of the two or three changes of clothing that she had left。
   “I give up;?she said to Aureliano。 “This is too much house for my poor bones。?
   Aureliano asked her where she was going and she made a vague sign; as if she did not have the slightest idea of her destination。 She tried to be more precise; however; saying that she was going to spend her last years with a first cousin who lived in Riohacha。 It was not a likely explanation。 Since the death of her parents she had not had contact with anyone in town or received letters or messages; nor had she been heard to speak of any relatives。 Aureliano gave her fourteen little gold fishes because she was determined to leave with only what she had: one peso and twentyfive cents。 From the window of the room he saw her cross the courtyard with her bundle of clothing; dragging her feet and bent over by her years; and he saw her reach her hand through an opening in the main door and replace the bar after she had gone out。 Nothing was ever heard of her again。
   When she heard about the flight; Fernanda ranted for a whole day as she checked trunks; dressers; and closets; item by item; to make sure that Santa Sofía de la Piedad had not made off with anything。 She burned her fingers trying to light a fire for the first time in her life and she had to ask Aureliano to do her the favor of showing her how to make coffee。 Fernanda would find her breakfast ready when she arose and she would leave her room again only to get the meal that Aureliano had left covered on the embers for her; which she would carry to the table to eat on linen tablecloths and between candelabra; sitting at the solitary head of the table facing fifteen empty chairs。 Even under those circumstances Aureliano and Fernanda did not share their solitude; but both continued living on their own; cleaning their respective rooms while the cobwebs fell like snow on the rose bushes; carpeted the beams; cushioned the walls。 It was around that time that Fernanda got the impression that the house was filling up with elves。 It was as if things; especially those for everyday use; had developed a faculty for changing location on their own。 Fernanda would waste time looking for the shears that she was sure she had put on the bed and after turning everything upside down she would find them on a shelf in the kitchen; where she thought she had not been for four days。 Suddenly there was no fork in the silver chest and she would find six on the altar and three in the washroom。 That wandering about of things was even more exasperating when she sat down to write。 The inkwell that she had placed at her right would be on the left; the blo

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