Fortunately, there was toilet paper in the cabinet, but Remy had to really look for it—one solitary roll was tucked away on a shelf above the stacking washer/dryer unit. Even if Braden had been able to see it from his height, there was no way he would have ever reached it. Remy retrieved the roll and handed it to his son, making a mental note to be sure to pick up more when they went shopping.
The morning was so blissful, he cringed at the thought of fighting Wal-Mart holiday traffic. But they needed something more than eggs and coffee to live on the next two weeks, and one roll of toilet paper wasn’t going to last long between the three of them.
Braden took the roll and, very fastidiously, hung it in its proper place. As he did so, he noticed the bathtub for the first time and laughed.
