What's wrong?

Mom?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said. "I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"About how I used to go to the movies a lot when I was your age," she said.

"Really?"

Mom nodded. "I used to go with my friends, or with my boyfriends. We would go, see the movie, and then go for coffee afterward."

"Did you ever see a movie where someone was killed?" I asked.

"Probably," Mom said. "I don't really remember, though."

"What was your favorite movie when you were a kid?" I asked.

"Oh, let's see," Mom said. "One of my favorites was The Breakfast Club. Do you know that movie?"

I shook my head. "What's it about?"

"It's about a group of kids who get detention on a Saturday," Mom said. "They all hate each other at first, but then they start to get to know each other."

"What happens?" I asked.

"I don't want to spoil it for you," Mom said. "You should watch it."

"Maybe I