Margaret was unrelentless, a dog with a bone. Now that she knew Beth had a 'boyfriend', she wouldn't stop talking about it. There were texts and emails and even though her parents hadn't met Beth's 'boyfriend', she was certain he would make an appearance in the family's Christmas newsletter. It got so bad that she'd actually switched her phone off last night and when she turned it on this morning, she responded to Margaret's numerous texts that her battery had died.<br/><br/>But that didn't stop Margaret. She phoned Beth after her swim practice and continued grilling her about 'Brian the boyfriend'.<br/><br/>Beth sighed, holding her phone to her ear as she walked into the lecture hall. She was so stressed out by her mother that she didn't realise the significance f sitting in the second to last row. She sat down, putting her books on her desk, and rubbed her forehead.<br/><br/>"No, he's not allergic to anything," she muttered. "Yes, he's still coming. I have to go, Mom. Class is starting."<br/><br/>Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone and turned it off again.