Carmelita Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Carmelita Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves over Pilar Ternera's bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano Jose had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards.
Carmelita Montiel, una virgen de veinte años, acababa de bañarse con agua de azahares y estaba regando hojas de romero en la cama de Pilar Ternera, cuando sonó el disparo. Aureliano José estaba destinado a conocer con ella la felicidad que le negó Amaranta, a tener siete hijos y a morirse de viejo en sus brazos, pero la bala de fusil que le entró por la espalda y le despedazó el pecho estaba dirigida por una mala interpretación de las barajas.
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