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Today I’m talking with my granddaughter, who has recently been linked to certain strange events in L.A. She’s asked me to keep her name out of this and, as you know, I am ever discreet. (But if you read the Hollywood rags, I’m sure you can glean a thing or two.) Without further ado, I’m pleased to introduce my highly successful, very beautiful granddaughter, who is absolutely the first person you’ll want to call for all your private investigation needs.
Anipsi, thank you for talking with us today. (Anipsi means niece for those of you playing along at home. See, already I am protecting her identity.)
You blackmailed me into it.
Nonetheless, you agreed, and I thank you.
Don’t mention it. I mean that really and truly.
So, it is my understanding that you didn’t believe the family stories about how our line descended from the god Pan beer-goggling one of the gorgons.
Well, can you blame me?
Would you please tell me how all of that changed?
In retrospect, your beard should have been a dead giveaway. And cousin Tina’s really aggressive underbite. Anyway, you know all this, but for your readers, it all changed the day I actually witnessed someone being torn apart by a thing that looked like the Creature from the Black Lagoon. And lest you think I was just on a bad trip or had wandered onto a film set—hey, this is L.A.—the police found piscine D&A in her wounds. I’m saying…something was definitely fishy.
And you are on the case, consulting with the police?
Some would call it consulting. Others might say “brought in for questioning.”
Psshaw, as if that hot cop you’ve been mooning over would let anything happen to you. I bet he just wanted to get you alone in an interrogation room.
Yiayia!
Okay, okay, I move on. Is there any truth to the rumors that you and a certain Greek god turned Hollywood hottie have been burning up the sheets.
Yiayia!
What? I was married. I know all about the sex. And your grandfather wasn’t the only wild oat I had to sow.
That’s it, I’m out. I am not talking about my love life.
Such as it is.
Well, there you have it folks, it’s a story as classic as the ages…murder, mayhem, sex and scandal in La La Land. Tune in next week when we’ve got an actual demi-god here to talk about the rumored rise of the the old gods. What will it mean for you?
Read more about Yiayia and her niece Tori Karacis in:
Bad Blood, first novel of the Latter-Day Olympians
Available digitally June 28, 2011, print in 2012
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