“Oh yeah?” I wondered if these two were for real or if they were just two nutty superfans. “Do you know Kat? From the Killa Honeys?” I tried.

“Aw, shit! Yolanda, she wants to know if we know Kat!” Bee pawed at Yolanda gleefully, and Yolanda let her.

“Sweetheart, do we eva know Kat!” Bee shouted. “Kat’s my granddaughta! Killa instinct runs in the family, doll!”

Oh man, I couldn’t believe this. “Really? She’s amazing. I can’t believe how tough she is,” I said.

“Yeah, she gets that from me, honey. I use-ta be a real bruiser—”

“That’s why she was always in the box!” Yolanda interrupted, thumping her cane once for emphasis.

“Yeah, well, sometimes ya gotta take one for the team, right?” Bee countered.

“Yeah, I get that,” I offered. Sometimes you gotta take one for yourself, too. I decided to take one for myself now. “Could you introduce me?”

“Oh sure, sure, honey! Be happy to. Come on ova this way,” Bee said, and started step-thumping her walker over to where Kat was standing and talking across the rope to some people who looked like fans, judging from their doe eyes. Yolanda nudged me forward, bossy as ever, and we followed Bee, who walloped her way through the group of fans to the rope, knocking a few more legs on the way.

“Hey, Kat!” she cried, startling Kat, who’d been signing some dude’s chest with a Sharpie. When Kat saw who it was, however, she grinned and enveloped Bee in a huge hug, bending over to reach Bee’s stooped frame.

“Nana! How’s it going?” Kat yelled over the music as she pulled back.

“Oh, fine, fine, doll! You’re really knockin’ some girls together out there, aren’t ya?” Bee yelled back, sending some of the fans around us into titters.

Kat laughed. “Yeah—it’s in my blood, right?”

“Damn right it is, kid!” Bee pronounced, jabbing Kat in the chest with a bony finger.

At this point Yolanda poked Bee in the butt again for the umpteenth time and shouted, “Hey, Bee! Enough preening already! We got guests—or didya f’get?”

Bee craned her neck back to see who the guest was, remembered it was me, and then cried, “Oh! Yeah, of course!” She let go of her walker to wave me forward with one hand. “C’mere, doll!”

I shuffled toward them, suddenly a little shy, and stood next to Bee. In front of Kat, I felt like a kid.

“Kat,” Bee explained, “this he-ya is… uh… uh… oh shit. Honey, what’s yer name?”

I realized that in my awe over these two, I’d never introduced myself. I looked from Bee to Kat and stuck out my hand. “Hey. I’m Daya.”

“Daya! Kat, this is Daya! She wants to be a rolla girl like us! Ain’t that perfect?” Bee hollered.