Maxine/Fixer POV
Breakfast was fun; every hand came to help prepare, and even my uncle helped in the kitchen, which at first surprised me. Our first meeting gave me the impression that everyone pandered to his needs, but after getting to know him last night, I should have realised he was not like that. He might be all-powerful, but only when he needs to be. Uncle Simon was soft, kind, and caring. Well, to me, that is, I don't ever want to be on the bad side of him.
We laughed a lot.
Uncle Simon knows how to captivate the audience.
The more we talked and joked, the more little fragments of memory filtered through. I hadn't seen him since Grandpa's death, and had forgotten he was my uncle. When he visited, it was fun, and I called him 'uncle,' but I had thought that was an honorary tit
