The Pigman's Expression/ Chapter 2
After twenty years, John still gets to write the first chapter, still! The problem now is that he didn't tell you enough of information about why in the world we're here or anything! I guess that's what I'm good for. First of all, the whole reason why we're even at The Pigman's old house in the first place is unexplainable. My job is really what I had been hoping it to be for the past twenty years, a writer. It's a stay at home job so there's not much to do but to keep on writing… and writing… and writing… and then you take a break by looking up at the clock, stretching your arms out and getting back to work. I took my break. The clock read 7:45 P.M. The phone rang. "Hello is this M.R. Angelo Pignati?"
"Yes."
"This is Lorraine from the L and J fund and---"
I dropped the phone. Was my mind playing tricks on me? This couldn't be happening. I couldn't go to sleep that night for the guilt of the Pigman's death was out bursting just as bad as it had when I was a teenager. I dreaded what I had to do but I had to do but I had no choice. I packed my bags, left my home in Washington, and headed for the airport where I would catch a one-way flight to New York. From what he told me, the same thing happened to John except it was his voice on the phone asking the Pigman to meet us at the zoo to see Bo-Bo the baboon.
All of my teenage years, I hoped to God that John would quit smoking and he did. But he starting back only moments after me getting to talk to him really breaks my heart.
This morning, John woke me up and without warning shoved "The Pigman's Expression" as he called it in my face. I read it and began to cry. Too many memories, good and bad, were coming back to me. "Really John, why did we come?" He looked at me but didn't answer my question. Instead he gently took my hand and said," Come on." We walked downstairs and more guilt began to weep inside of me. "The refrigerator's running"
"Then go catch it!" The day John and I discovered Gus came back to me. The Bore and the Cockaloony bird of a mother obviously came back to John because he began to constantly say comments about them rather out loud. All of our child memories clinched on to us didn't let us go. And then—
"John and Lorraine how nice to see you, come on in." We watched our teenage lives play back a seen. "Uh, M.R. Pignati, we have something to tell you.
"Yes, what is it?" M.R. Pignati grinned.
"We're not money raisers," John and I said in unison with our teenage selves.
M.R. Pignati then gave teenage me some sort of book and I during the present held it up and read "The diary of Angelo Pignati."+
We read through it a million times but it said nothing about him knowing he was going to die but something told us that he did. We're now writing this piece in the Pigman's old bedroom and when we're finished we're going to put it in the glass pig and put it next to the Pigman's grave. We'll then go sit in front of the zoo and wait for the Pigman. And to wait for relief of our suffering.
The End
In Memory of Paul Zindel
Angelo Pignati's Diary is an Idea by Jade II Fan thanks to you/