The Alvarez Girls: A Military Thriller
By J.E. Ortega
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A gripping novella about two Dominican identical twins, Yaneriz and Amaya. Yaneriz-the oldest Alvarez girl-knows two things: Her and Amaya only have one another, and she must do everything within her power to protect her. But when Amaya doesn't pick up her phone and a familiar pain settles on her chest, Yaneriz inserts herself into her sister's
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The Alvarez Girls - J.E. Ortega
PROLOGUE
El camión de la basura!
Yaneriz yelled at the top of her lungs as she rushed out of the house, and Amaya followed.
A week ago, it had rained nonstop in the Dominican Republic. Once it ceased, their uncles cemented their swing set and half of their backyard. But they ran out of money and didn't finish the rest. So the girls had a half-muddied, half-cemented backyard.
When Yaneriz ran outside, a layer of humidity laid in the air. The ground was dry enough, and it was perfect for their game. With Amaya trailing behind, the twins jumped over the muddy unfinished part to get to the cemented one.
Amaya didn't make it and left a chancla behind in her haste. Her bare foot made a squishy sound when she stepped into the mud to pick it up. The soggy mess tickled between her toes.
With her chancla in one hand, Amaya ran to the swing. Once she reached the smooth cement, her muddy foot slid, and she put the chancla back on. Tight curls stuck to her temples. A bead of sweat hung on her upper lip. It smelled of rain and rust when the younger twin got to the swing.
Amaya looked up to see her face. Her jaw tightened as she hopped in front of her sister. She was born fifteen minutes after Yaneriz, and her twin constantly reminded her of that. Yaneriz was also faster than her, but never cared to use it unless it was to show off. Playing 'El Camión de la Basura' meant Amaya had to move as fast as Yaneriz to pick up all the imaginary trash from the imaginary street. Amaya loved and hated it at the same time.
After thirty minutes of playing, Yaneriz yelled, you are not picking up the bags fast enough!
The strong breeze whiped her face.
Amaya looked at the disapproving look on Yaneriz.
I am,
Amaya replied.
The curls on her temple had shrunk even more with the humidity. Her high bun was now bouncing on her nape, and Amaya's stomach burned with her sister's criticism. After a few minutes of letting Yaneriz think she didn't care, Amaya finally sped up.
There you go,
she heard her sister say.
Amaya's chest inflated with pride. A sentiment she didn't want to show to Yaneriz. With the force of her swing, the breeze became spirited and cooled her scalp. This wasn't so bad, Amaya thought.
OK, we finished our route. Now you gotto jump,
Yaneriz said out of nowhere.
Amaya pictured the garbage man swinging with barely one foot and one hand on the truck. She wondered what it would feel like to fly and feel the air underneath her feet.
Come on! You are being slow again.
Amaya gritted her teeth. She bent her knees and pushed herself back. As far back as she ever had. When she reached the highest point, Amaya pushed her chest forward and jumped.
Yaneriz looked at the unfinished part of their yard, her sister's feet, and knew right away she was going to land right on the dirt, right on top of the charred glass.
Abuela told her to keep their shoes on. Yaneriz didn't think it was fair that Amaya didn't have to be responsible for the things she was, and anger rose in Yaneriz's stomach. She knew she would get in trouble for this.
The older sister, by fifteen minutes, tasted the humidity on her lips when she opened her mouth to say stop, but no words came out. Instead, she heard a shrill that dug into her bones and made her heart stop. Right then, all the anger bubbling in her stomach vanished.
The heat from the kitchen made La Doña's loose gray hair stick to her face. She was cooking dinner. Today, Carlo's Nueva Yol money didn't make it, so instead of chicken, it was fried eggs with rice and beans. After the girls' mother ran off and married a gringo, Carlos followed. La Doña always thought raising children alone intimidated her son, which was why he still hadn't sent for them five years later.
She didn't mind taking care of her son's girls. In her early years, La Doña yearned for daughters. But age brought a weariness to her body that was hard to overcome.
She should have known Yaneriz screaming at the top of her lungs and running out of the house like a cyclone was not a good idea. Yaneriz had a lot of energy and pushed her sister to match it. Which was why, when they were together, her sons called them El Cyclón. Still, La Doña didn't mind it. They should exercise their energy only safely. But someone hollering told La Doña safety went out the window, and she knew just who the instigator and hurt one were.
Immediately, she walked outside and scanned the undone yard with tired eyes.
Yaneriz,
La Doña growled even though it was Amaya she was focused on.
She moved her bones as fast as she could, remembering the time she could chase her kids en el campo. After seven children, nine counting the girls, her hips were too wide, her breasts too big, her knees too weak. Yet she covered the distance as if she was still thirty-three to reach Amaya and a cut she wouldn't be able to fix.
The oldest twin watched Abuela lean down to look at Amaya and then stand up with her hand readied. Abuela didn't raise her palm to wave, not when her face looked like that.
Once Abuela reached the paved part of their backyard, she grabbed one chancla off her foot. Knowing full well what Abuela was going to do, Yaneriz brought her hands up.
At once, the chancla ricocheted off her back, legs, thighs, and shoulders. It hadn't stopped raining. It was raining chanclas.
I told you to take care of your sister,
Abuela said repeatedly with chancla blows.
Yaneriz's skin burned with every slap of the slinky rubber, and she wondered when La Doña would get