“Wait.” Meg looked at me in wonder. “You know the Gray Sisters?” She said this as if I’d been holding out on her—as if I knew all three founding members of Bananarama and had not yet gotten Meg their autographs. (My history with Bananarama—how I introduced them to the actual Venus and inspired their number one–hit cover of that song—is a story for another time.) “Yes, Meg,” I said. “I am a god. I know people.”
