Trying to Save Piggy Sneed
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"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.
"We'll talk about it in the morning," Mother said. "He was probably just an acrobat who was showing off for you, because you're a kid," I told Robo.
"How did he know I was a kid when he was in the W.C.?" Robo asked me.
"Go to sleep," Mother whispered.
Then we heard Grandmother scream down the hall.
Mother put on her pretty green dressing gown; Father put on his bathrobe and glasses. I pulled on a pair of pants, over my pajamas. Robo was in the hall first. We saw the light coming from under the W.C. door. Grandmother was screaming rhythmically in there.
"Here we are!" I called to her.
"Mother, what is it?" my mother asked.
We gathered in the broad slot of light. We could see Grandmother's mauve slippers and her porcelain-white ankles under the door. She stopped screaming. "I heard whispers when I was in my bed," she said.
"It was Robo and me," I told her.
"Then, when everyone seemed to have gone, I came into the W.C," Johanna said. "I left the light off. I was very quiet," she told us. "Then I saw and heard the wheel."
"The wheel?" Father asked.
"A wheel went by the door a few times," Grandmother said. "It rolled by and came back and rolled by again."
Father made his fingers roll like wheels alongside his head; he made a face at Mother. "Somebody needs a new set of wheels," he whispered, but Mother looked crossly at him.
"I turned on the light," Grandmother said, "and the wheel went away."
"I told you there was a bike in the hall," said Robo.
"Shut up, Robo," Father said.
"No, it was not a bicycle," Grandmother said. "There was only one wheel."