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Chapter 7
Shefollowedthethreadofbloodbackalongitscourse,andinsearchitsoriginshewentthroughthepantry,alongthebegoniaporchwhereAurelianoJoséwaschantingthatthreeplusthreeissixandsixplusthreeisnine,andshecrossedthediningroomandthelivingroomsandfollowedstraightdownthestreet,andsheturnedfirsttotherightthentothelefttotheStreetoftheTurks,forgettingthatshewasstillwearingherbakingapronandherhouseslippers,andshecameoutontothesquareandwentintothedoorahousewhereshehadneverbeen,andshepushedopenthebedroomdoorandwasalmostsuffocatedbythesmellofburnedgunpowder,andshefoundJoséArcadiolyingfacedownonthegroundontopoftheleggingshehadjusttakenoff,andshesawthestartingpointofthethreadofbloodthathadalreadystoppedflowingoutofhisrightear.Theyfoundnowoundonhisbodynorcouldtheylocatetheweapon.Norwasitpossibletoremovethesmellofpowderfromthecorpse.Firsttheywashedhimthreetimeswithsoapandascrubbingbrush,andtheyrubbedhimwithsaltandvinegar,thenwithashesandlemon,andfinallytheyputhiminabarreloflyeandlethimstayforsixhours.Theyscrubbedhimsomuchthatthearabesquesofhistattooingbegantofade.Whentheythoughtofthedesperatemeasureofseasoninghimwithpepper,cuminseeds,andlaurelleavesandboilinghimforawholedayoveraslowfire,hehadalreadybeguntodecomposeandtheyhadtoburyhimhastily.
