“Oh, my goodness, Lizzie!” she cried, grabbing a towel and mopping up the spilled tea. “Are you hurt? Did any get on you?”
“No, it missed me,” Lizzie said. “But are you okay?”
Her mother nodded and said, “The mug slipped from my hands.”
Lizzie looked at her mother and said, “The real question is why did it slip from your hands?”
Her mother stopped mopping up the spilled tea and looked up at her daughter.
Standing up, she sighed and said, “It’s because I fear you may have already transformed and not know about it.”
Lizzie stared at her for a moment, then asked, “Is that possible?”
Her mother shrugged and said, “So much is unknown about you at the moment that anything is possible.”
Lizzie paled and set down her mug, grabbing onto the counter. Her mother reached out to grab
