Years later, Prince told me that when he saw me standing there with Jan and Mama, he said to Rosie Gaines, “There’s my future wife.” “Really?” I said when he told me. “Yeah. I said, ‘There’s my future wife,’ and Rosie laughed.” “What made you say that?” I wondered—and I still wonder. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I thought I was joking.” He liked how the universe boomeranged that little joke back to him. Or maybe the universe smiled and nodded and let him think that it was a joke and not the memory of something about to happen.
