The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to come with her," Aureliano… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The presence of Amparo Moscote in the house was like a premonition. "She has to come with her," Aureliano would say to himself in a low voice. "She has to come." He repeated it so many times and with such conviction that one afternoon when he was putting together a little gold fish in the workshop, he had the certainty that she had answered his call. Indeed, a short time later he heard the childish voice, and when he looked up his heart froze with terror as he saw the girl [Remedios] at the door, dressed in pink organdy and wearing white boots.
La presencia de Amparo Moscote en la casa fue como una premonición. «Tiene que venir con ella», se decía Aureliano en voz baja. «Tiene que venir.» Tantas veces se lo repitió, y con tanta convicción, que una tarde en que armaba en el taller un pescadito de oro, tuvo la certidumbre de que ella había respondido, a su llamado. poco después, en efecto, oyó la vocecita infantil, y al levantar la vista con el corazón helado de pavor vio a la niña en la puerta con vestido de organdí rosado y botitas blancas.
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