At least, it wasn't what is normally understood by grape juice. This was fermented grape juice - a rather nice red wine. Sharon noticed that trickles of it were already staining her stomach and thighs in places. Alice, some ten yards ahead by now, turned round and said: :"Do hurry up, or we shall be frightfully late." Bemused, Sharon put down her breast and followed, wondering how the Hatter could have sent Alice to look for her when even she herself had not known that she would be in the glade.
The left the glade, and passed through the wood that surrounded it. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. Sharon thought that though it might be odd, this really was a beautiful place.
Sun Feb 28 14:55:48 1999