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 spawn of Satan? I had no idea. I just had to wait. I went in to work but I never entered the park itself, I just stayed in the behind the scenes areas. I really didn’t want to be seen. I still had responsibilities and I needed to attend to them. The problem was that work wasn’t much of a distraction. The interview kept popping in to my head. I did my best to focus on my tasks. But when I got to the end of a meeting and realized that I had no idea what had happened, I thought that I had better just go home. I had Della reschedule any meetings I had for at least the next two days. I did so as a precaution, just in case there was some bad fall out as a result of the interview airing.
