Crenshaw

12

I didn’t sleep much after that. I tossed and turned, and finally I got up to get some water. Everyone was asleep. The bathroom door was closed, but light was sneaking out of the cracks.

I heard humming.

I heard splashing.

“Mom?” I said softly. “Dad?”

No answer.

“Robin?”

No answer. More humming.

It sounded like “How Much Is That Doggy in the Window?” but I couldn’t be sure.

I thought about whether it might be an ax murderer. But taking a bath didn’t seem like an ax murderer kind of thing to do.

I didn’t want to open the door.

I opened the door an inch.

More splashing. A sudsy blob floated by.

I opened the door all the way.

Crenshaw was taking a bubble bath.