Grandmother said nothing until we returned to the Pension Grillparzer, where we noticed that the door to the W.C. was hung a foot or more off the floor, so that it resembled the bottom half of an American toilet-stall door or a saloon door in the Western movies. "I'm certainly glad I used the W.C. at the restaurant," Grandmother said. "How revolting! I shall try to pass the night without exposing myself where every passerby can peer at my ankles!"
In our family room Father said, "Didn't Johanna live in a castle? Once upon a time, I thought she and Grandpa rented some castle."
"Yes, it was before I was born," Mother said. "They rented Schloss Katzelsdorf. I saw the photographs."
"Well, that's why the Hungarian's dream upset her," Father said.
"Someone is riding a bike in the hall," Robo said. "I saw a wheel go by--under our door."
"Robo, go to sleep," Mother said.
"It went 'squeak squeak,'" Robo said.
"Good night, boys," said Father.
"If you can talk, we can talk," I said.
"Then talk to each other," Father said. "I'm talking to your mother."
"I want to go to sleep," Mother said. "I wish no one would talk."
We tried. Perhaps we slept. Then Robo whispered to me that he had to use the W.C.
"You know where it is," I said.
Robo went out the door, leaving it slightly open; I heard him walk down the corridor, brushing his hand along the wall. He was back very quickly.
"There's someone in the W.C.," he said.
"Wait for them to finish," I said.
"The light wasn't on," Robo said, "but I could still see under the door. Someone is in there, in the dark."
"I prefer the dark myself," I said.
But Robo insisted on telling me exactly what he'd seen. He said that under the door was a pair of hands.
"Hands?" I said.
"Yes, where the feet should have been," Robo said; he claimed that there was a hand on either side of the toilet--instead of a foot.
"Get out of here, Robo!" I said.
"Please come see," he begged. I went down the hall with him but there was no one in the W.C. "They've gone," he said.
"Walked off on their hands, no doubt," I said. "Go pee. I'll wait for you."
He went into the W.C. and peed sadly in the dark. When we were almost back to our room together, a small dark man with the same kind of skin and clothes as the dream man who had angered Grandmother passed us in the hall. He winked at us, and smiled. I had to notice that he was walking on his hands.
"You see?" Robo whispered to me. We went into our room and shut the door.
"What is it?" Mother asked.
"A man walking on his hands," I said.
"A man peeing on his hands," Robo said.
"Class C," Father murmured in his sleep; Father often dreamed that he was making notes in the giant pad.