"Well, mom, you were wrong. It was just sitting in the player, and...and I just watched it..and..and now I am REALLY confused about a LOT of things, mom," Heather said, starting to choke up.
"Well, honey..." her mother began, "let me get you a tissue, ok?"
Heather nodded, instantly recognizing the look of motherly concern behind the question. Heather felt a little surprise at how fast her mother turned the corner and returned, tissues in hand, to a seat at the other end of the couch.
Debra spoke softly, "I'm sorry I was so careless, sweetheart," she sighed deeply, "I guess I need to explain a lot. I wanted to wait another month and we could have had this conversation differently."
Heather nervously fingered her tissue, "Mom, please, what do you need to explain?" She stared at her mother intensely, trying to discern as much as she could from her mother's solemn bearing.
Debra shifted, sitting straight back and meeting her daughter's gaze. "It's actually quite simple, honey. I am a werewolf," she breathed deeply and leaned toward Heather, "and so are you."