It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that Raz, not Kenna, returned with a list of supplies. Food, blankets, clothes—basic stuff.
The soldiers said that all of the demands were more than doable. In fact, they had most of the items on-hand, ready to give out to the so-called refugees who they felt were in dire need. The only hang-up was Dakota’s medications. They had basic supplies of a mobile triage, but unsurprisingly, no M.S. drugs. Of course, the group said they were happy to retrieve them from behind Canada’s borders, but it would take a few days to procure the pills and syringes. In order to satisfy Kenna’s insistence that he continue the regimen, and also keep to her schedule, Dakota agreed to meet the unit at another location.
In front of a surprised and slightly fearful teenager, he and
