Now he just looked like himself, old, but not so old as to be decrepit.

Adelita by William Mortensen She tied Alanza off and had a look around. She could see well despite the fact that no lamps were burning. Everyone was in bed for the night. She wandered to a big window and peered in. It was the mule man’s bedroom and he was there, sleeping peacefully with his mouth agape. Now he looked about a hundred years old and Maria thought all this an idiot’s errand. She watched him some more and he turned and closed his mouth and was facing her and no longer looked a hundred years old. Now he just looked like himself, old, but not so old as to be decrepit.
Maria pressed her face against the pane of glass, hands cupped on either side of her head. She could make out the bedroom and, it too, had been decorated by a woman. No man would have tassels on his lampshade, she thought. Uncle Alejandro’s lampshades had no tassels. Uncle’s room looked as a man’s room should. It was masculine and this man, this mule man, was sleeping in a woman’s room. Maria's Trail
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