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           Hehadawoman’sfullheadofhairheldattheneckwithacombandonhisneckachainwithasmallgoldfish.Whenheturnedhimoverthetipofhisbootandputthelightonhisface,thecaptainwasperplexed."JesusChrist,"heexclaimed.Otherofficerscameover.

           "Lookwherethisfellowturnedup,"thecaptainsaid."It’sGregorioStevenson."

           BeforetheytookhimtotheexecutionwallFatNicanortriedtoattendhim."Ihavenothingtorepent,"Arcadiosaid,andheputhimselfundertheordersofthesquadafterdrinkingacupofblackcoffee.Theleaderofthesquad,aspecialistinsummaryexecutions,hadanamethathadmuchmoreaboutitthanchance:CaptainRoqueCarnicero,whichmeantbutcher.Onthewaytothecemetery,underthepersistentdrizzle,ArcadiosawthataradiantWednesdaywasbreakingoutonthehorizon.Hisnostalgiadisappearedwiththemistandleftanimmensecuriosityinitsplace.OnlywhentheyorderedhimtoputhisbacktothewalldidArcadioseeRebeca,withwethairandapinkflowereddress,openingwidethedoor.Hemadeanefforttogethertorecognizehim.AndRebecadidtakeacasuallooktowardthewallandwasparalyzedwithstupor,barelyabletoreactandwavegoodbyetoArcadio.Arcadioansweredherthesameway