Dita went the rest of the day without seeing or talking to Heather, and was deeply bothered by what little Heather had said. Dita could count on one hand the number of times she'd really seen Heather upset, and only one of them didn't involve a boy. Whatever she'd seen in the movie had most certainly upset her, and Heather wasn't usually bothered by much. (Unless it was boys, Dita knew how flighty Heather's heart could be.)
Dita arrived home at 3:15, and saw her mother was still at work, which wasn't a surprise. Her mom usually wouldn't be home until 7 or so. Dita, who was normally quite well behaved and respectful of her mother's privacy decided to take the opportunity to do a little investigation of her own. Heather had mentioned the title of the movie- 'Wolf Coven'. If Heather's mom had a copy, it was a safe bet that Dita's mom had a copy as well, since they'd both starred in it.
So Dita headed to the DVD rack in the living room, searching for "Wolf Coven". Her mother was anal-retentive about keeping the movies alphabetized, so it only took her a minute or two to find no such title on the rack.
Frustrated, but undaunted, Dita went to her mom's room. She was rather shocked, as the room was in a bit of disarray, with the bed unmade and a pile of clothing rather jumbled on the floor. That wasn't really like her mom at all. (Granted, Mom probably wouldn't have expected Dita to waltz into her room while she was away, but that was beside the point.)
Deciding to be nice, she picked the pile of clothes up off the floor and threw them into her mom's hamper, and then set about making the bed. Then she began to notice several things that were amiss. Firstly would be the "Wolf Coven" Dvd, sitting in a jewel case on the edge of the bed. Second would be the dildo still laying out, partially covered by the bedspread. Third would be the slashes in the sheets, as though cut by a knife or...claws???
"Wow...mom must've REALLY gotten freaky in her old age," Dita muttered to herself. For the most part, this didn't really bother Dita. She knew she had no right to be offended by evidence of her mother's sexuality; it's not like she found a dildo on the couch. Her mother had always been quite open with Dita about her sexual nature. Dita had known for years (though she'd kept it a secret, even from Heather) that her mom was bisexual, and been lovers with Debra for years.
As Dita made the bed, she stared at the tears, and her mind kept telling her they looked like claw marks. "Gosh..Heather's really gotten into my head this time, with all her talk of werewolves," she muttered. She finished making the bed, and picked "Wolf Coven" up. It was in a jewel case; it never had been on the DVD rack. Why had her mother never put this one with the others? What was so special about it? And more importantly, why had Heather been so upset by it? The more she thought about it, the more questions she had. There was only one way to find out, Dita knew, and that was to watch the movie. There was something more than met the eye.