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Heroines of Hometown: Angelina Santos-de la Cruz

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Angelina Santos-De La Cruz (seen on the left above, with the leg injury) was born in late February of 1977, nine months to the day after her parents’ June wedding. At the time the Hometown begins, in the fall of 1994, she is seventeen.

Angelina is just a Good Kid in pretty much every dimension: she’s a shoo-in for valedictorian, she’s an athlete (captain of the field hockey team), she’s in the school choir, and she’s in all the school plays. The eldest of seven children, she got used to taking on responsibility early on, and she helps out a lot at home – once all those school activities are done, of course. She’s also an active participant at her family’s church, though she’s maybe not quite as devout a Catholic as they are (more on that later).

What’s more, she doesn’t fall into the trap of many a Good Kid and become self-righteous. She has friends among all strata of Belford High School society, and she doesn’t judge people for having a different life than she does. Many of the school’s bad girls – including Vicki – have waited for quite some time for the slut-shaming to begin before they realized it wasn’t going to.

And for those who do become her friend, there are certain benefits. She is fiercely loyal and fiercely protective, and while she’s not unusually large, her physical strength as an athlete and the self-defense techniques she was taught by her father – Belford’s chief of police – make her an effective protector indeed. Yes, this becomes an issue during the course of Hometown.
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Angelina and Vicki At The Last

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The brave young women you see before you are Angelina Santos-de la Cruz and Vicki Powers, the heroines of my novel Hometown.  I can’t tell you exactly what they’re facing because, well, that would be telling.  This scene is from the end of the novel, and Angelina and Vicki are facing the final horror with nothing but a flathead screwdriver, an injured leg, and their indomitable wills.

The thing they’re facing might be in more trouble than it thinks.

Thanks to the talented MJ Barros for this marvelous interpretation of my two heroines.

 

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Hometown Part 1: The Last Days of Summer – Double Sessions

July 15 2009 

“Have I told you how weird you are?” Kara asked from the passenger seat of “the Bus”, Jason’s old, but lovingly preserved van.

“Only six times in this trip alone,” Jason responded.

“Well, I’m sorry, but who drives down the road blasting Pachelbel’s Canon in D?”

“Hey,” Jason said defensively. “That’s not the only song on the tape.”

“And that’s another thing.  Who makes a mix tape of Pachelbel, O Fortuna from the Carmina Burana, Eric Clapton, Meatloaf, and Weird Al Yankovic?”

“You forgot the Indigo Girls and Charlie Daniels.”

Kara threw up her hands. “And the Indigo Girls and Charlie Daniels!”

“Oh, yeah.  And ABBA.”

“And – will you stop that?”

“I’m sorry,” Jason said meekly, hunching down behind the steering wheel, trying to look pitiful.

“Oh, knock it off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jason said, still meekly, straightening. “So what did you think of the new paint job?”

“She’ll love it.”

“What do you mean ‘she’?  I asked how you—“

Kara arched an eyebrow at him.

Jason caved. “Okay, okay.  I’m hoping it’ll impress her.  Happy?”

“You should know better than to try and hide things from me, Jay.  It never works.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try.”
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Hometown Part 1: The Last Days of Summer – Swimming

Sunny Lake 

Angelina, Jason, and Kara

Angelina Santos-De La Cruz walked toward the shore, the lakebottom silt squishing delightfully between her toes with each step.  She didn’t want to get out, really.  It was a bright, hot day, the lake was the perfect degree of lukewarm to be both refreshing and relaxing, and she was the kind of bone-weary that only comes after a day spent picnicking and swimming with your friends.  But now the shadows were growing long, and it was time to go home.
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