"We'll talk about it in the morning," Mother said.
"He was probably just an acroba
t 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 his 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."
Father was making his hands go crazy beside his head. "She's got a wheel or two missing," he hissed at my mother, but she cuffed him and knocked his glasses askew on his face.
"Then someone came and looked under the door," Grandmother said, "and that is when I screamed."
"Someone?" said Father.
"I saw his hands, a man's hands--there was hair on his knuckles," Grandmother said. "His hands were on the rug right outside the door. He must have been looking up at me."
"No, Grandmother," I said. "I think he was just standing out here on his hands."
"Don't be fresh," my mother said.
"But we saw a man walking on his hands," Robo said.
"You did not," Father said.
"We did," I said.
"We're going to wake everyone up," Mother cautioned us.
The toilet flushed and Grandmother shuffled out the door with only a little of her former dignity intact. She was wearing a gown over a gown over a gown; her neck was very long and her face was creamed white. Grandmother looked like a troubled goose. "He was evil and vile," she said to us. "He knew terrible magic."