something was wrong , and this time , al was in trouble . but how could there be understanding for this ? she had to wash her hands , but where ? i guess god had more important things to worry about than whether my mother gave me the third degree on my shovel borrowing . reaching the upstairs hallway , he paused and spread his hands . she searched the small room until she found the roll of toilet paper , tucked it under her arm , kicked the sleeping bag aside , and opened the door . 