Until next week

This post was written by Friday blogger Annie Reid.

Maud returns Monday. Odds are.

Well, for sure what I can say is that Maud was last seen in the company of a charming but hurried white rabbit with a gold watch and a waistcoat, heading in the direction of a sort of vertiginous hole in the ground. I have tossed a bottle labeled “Eat Me” down there, so presumably if she’s a literalist about it and isn’t deeply offended at such a callous response to her plight (and has thwarted the Red Queen at croquet!), we’ll see her on Monday.


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