He nodded, and Savanna and the clerk helped him up. Then, at Roger’s urging, the two stepped back. He wavered, but motioned them away when they moved to assist him. “It’s all right,” he insisted. “I got it.”
“How do you feel?” Savanna asked.
“Thirsty ... come to think of it,” he said.
“I’ll get you some water.”
She returned a moment later with an Ozark Super Tanker cup in hand. She tilted it against his lips and he drank greedily. “Easy,” she said.
He swallowed a few more times. She took the cup away before he was finished. “Let’s see how you handle that before drinking any more, okay?”
She sat the cup on a nearby stamp machine.
Roger groaned. His head pounded. He lifted his right arm to rub it, but the sling rustled and he stopped. He rubbed with his left instead. “Any luck with th
