Uh-oh. Frankie and I sat on each of the beds in my room, ate the pizza that we had ordered and watched TV while we waited for Marlowe. We didn’t talk much. Frankie spent much of his time taping his phone. I wondered who he was talking to. Then again for all I knew he was...
I was terrified just thinking about what they might air. I knew that if they wanted to they could edit the footage to make me say whatever they wanted me to. I wondered what they wanted me to say. That I was Misty Breeze? Or that Frankie and I were more than just mother and son? That I was the sp...