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Eighteen months before the Community
“You’ve heard of the new intentional communities?” Bea asked.
Zach and Sara were sitting on Bea’s couch drinking tea, and Bea had emerged from the kitchen with a plate piled high with pancakes.
“You need any help with that?” Sara offered.
Bea shook her head. “Well, have you?”
“Yes, we have,” Zach said. “Sara thinks they’re ridiculous and I think they’re fascinating.”
Bea set the pancakes on the coffee table and sank into the couch beside Sara. “But do either of you think they’re the future?”
“Are you going to bring any syrup, or…” Sara asked.
“These are finger pancakes.”
“What?” Zach looked perplexed.
“I don’t have any clean dishes.” The price of water had spiked recently, and Sara guessed that was Bea’s excuse for not running the dishwash
