Upside-down Elvis

“Chava-Leon-Noe-Hugo-Peeder-Adan-Alex!” In a fit of anger, that’s how my mom would call for one or all of us. Just a string of seemingly nonsensical sounds that meant one or all of us better hide.

(Those are our nicknames/Spanish names all yelled at the same time)

Being part of a sequel of brothers, teachers would often expect the same thing from brother to brother. They were often sadly mistaken. We were more spin-offs than direct sequels.

But, in the right circumstances (darkness, fog), we would all slightly resemble the King.