"Shit!" she shouted. Amaranta, who was starting to put the clothes into the trunk, thought that she had been… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
"Shit!" she shouted.
Amaranta, who was starting to put the clothes into the trunk, thought that she had been bitten by a scorpion.
"Where is it?" she asked in alarm.
"What?"
"The bug!" Amaranta said.
Úrsula put a finger on her heart.
"Here," she said.
—¡Carajo! —gritó.
Amaranta, que empezaba a meter la ropa en el baúl, creyó que la había picado un alacrán.
—¿Dónde está?— preguntó alarmada.
—¿Qué?
—¡El animal!—aclaró Amaranta.
Úrsula se puso un dedo en el corazón.
—Aquí—dijo.
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