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Three and a half years before the Community
“So, Bea,” Sara’s mom said as she reached for the salad bowl, “tell me what you think of Sara’s new boyfriend.”
Sara felt herself flush, more from horror than embarrassment.
Bea’s eyes cut across the table to meet Sara’s, silently asking a question. Sara just grimaced and shrugged.
“Honestly?” Bea asked, setting down her glass of wine. “I am not convinced.”
“Bea!” Sara protested.
“Convinced?” Sara’s mom asked.
“She means she doesn’t like him, Mom,” Sara jumped in. “She thinks I’m making a mistake, that he’s not good enough for me.”
“Well, are you making a mistake? He can’t possibly be good enough for you.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “No one could be, eh? But seriously, could you two be a little supportive?”
“I’m not supportive either,” E
