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           Futuregenerations,whoneverletthelampgoout,wouldbepuzzledatthatgirlinapleatedskirt,whiteboots,andwithanorgandybandaroundherhead,andtheywereneverabletoconnectherwiththestandardimageofagreat-grandmother.AmarantatookchargeofAurelianoJosé.SheadoptedhimasasonwhowouldsharehersolitudeandrelieveherfromtheinvolutarylaudanumthathermadbeseechinghadthrownintoRemedios’coffee.PietroCrespiwouldtiptoeinatdusk,withablackribbononhishat,andhewouldpayasilentvisittoRebeca,whoseemedtobebleedingtodeathinsidetheblackdresswithsleevesdowntowrists.Justtheideaofthinkingaboutanewdatefortheweddingwouldhavebeensoirreverentthattheengagementturnedintoaneternalrelationship,afatiguedlovethatnooneworriedaboutagain,asifthelovers,whoinotherdayshadsabotagedthelampsinordertokiss,hadbeenabandonedtothefreewillofdeath.Havinglostherbearings,completelydemoralized,Rebecabeganeatingearthagain.

           Suddenly-whenthemourninghadgoneonsolongthattheneedlepointsessionsbeganagain-someonepushedopenthestreetdoorattwointheafternooninthemortalsilenceoftheheatandthebracesinthefoundationshookwithsuchforcethatAmarantaandherfriendssewingontheporch,Rebecasuckingfingerinherbedroom,úrsulainthekitchen,Aurelianointheworkshop,andevenJoséArcadioBuendíaunderthesolitarychestnuttreehadtheimpressionthatanearthquakewasbreakingupthehouse.Ahugemanhadarrived.