The hacienda stood above the Refugio harbor on the site of an old Spanish lookout post. The building bricks and roof tiles were crafted by local Natives, who witnessed sunken ships, golden treasures, and many a sailor scattered along the Pacific shores in the 1800s. Alicia Ortega lived in that hacienda; today she wore Mama’s faded apron and dusted the family altar, praying to Mother Mary, a ceramic saint.
“Help guard our home while Mama and Papa are gone and forgive me for sneaking into my sister’s diary.”
“Cuidate, mija,” Mother Mary said. Alicia backed away from the statue, not wanting to hear the warnings.
A Chumash worker, Nina, swept ashes from the hearth. The Ortega family needed household help in the dusty adobe. Alicia and Nina were close. Some days they pretended they were sisters.
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