A Mad Thanksgiving"Do you think she'll come?" the Mad Hatter asked the March Hare worriedly.A Mad Thanksgiving3 years ago in Fan Fiction
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"I can't say," Marchy said for the hundredth time that afternoon. "Sit down, Reggie, you're making me dizzy!"
Reggie did sit down, but was instantly back on his feet pacing the length of the table, up and down, and up and down. He had been walking about in this manner since noon wringing his hands and worrying the brim of his over-sized hat until it was bent out of shape.
"I'm sure she won't come," he said, trying to convince himself. "But what if she does?!" He brightened up at this hopeful thought.
"You have to stop doing this to yourself. I think you've gone through every scale of emotion just since breakfast!" March Hare was quite finished listening to his friend build up his hope and then smash them, but he was a loyal man and wouldn't abandon his comrade in this time of need. "You sent the invitation and set this beautiful table, you can do nothing but wait now."
March Hare was, as usual, right. Reggie had