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Fixer POV
The view from the chopper of the mansion as we neared was beautiful; it still takes my breath away, like the first time. Svage circled around it before landing, giving me a better view from all angles, and I appreciated it. This was his first time back in a long time. I wondered how he was feeling, and if the long circle was more for him than me.
“That’s the home, there,” I said to Tank, who leaned over to look at what was out the window.
“That’s one huge mansion. I had no idea a home that big was in Mayfield. I thought your place was large; it’s tiny compared to this one.” Tank said, causing Uncle Simon to chuckle.
“This might be a large house, but Fixer owns more land. Our family was never about the size of the house, but what you can do with it. Just like Fixer was doing, with the swimming hole, and creating a landing space for emergency vehicles, we are talking of a small runway, for light planes, and introducing the flying doctor to the area, but that’s still on the drawing board.” Uncle Simon added, while looking down at the estate. That was massive, not just the home, but the surrounding buildings. Looks to be out of town a ways, too. Maybe a fifteen–minute drive to the nearest farm. We were maybe as far away as they are from town. Looks like both families loved privacy.
Like last time, the landing was flawless, but with Savage as the pilot and all his flying hours, I would have been surprised if it wasn’t. We took our time disembarking, and I handed out the containers of food in an attempt to kill time while Savage finished what he had to do.
I gave Savage a container of muffins once he joined us, and as one, we walked towards Grams and Gramps, both looking between the man and me, wondering who he was. I could see the moment Grams dismissed him as unimportant, just the pilot helping with the containers.
That changed when I took his hand, which was shaking and sweaty. Then, introduced him. I hadn’t expected Grams to collapse; fortunately, Tank did, and was on the move the moment I mentioned my father’s name. Gramps stared at him, motionless, and tears started to fall.
“Gramps, where do you want Tank to take Grams?” I asked, moving forward to touch his arm to gain his attention; he turned and looked at Tank, who had Grams in his arms, bridal–style.
“This way.” Gramps led us to the lounge, where the other guests were waiting. They turned when
we entered, and soon the woman was asking questions, while the men stood waiting.
Tank lowered her onto the long lounge and backed away so the ladies started fussing over her, like
she was some fragile flower. One pulled out what I assumed was smelling salts, which made me
think they were used to this type of behaviour and kept them on hand, just in case. We stood back
watching, waiting, until Gramps reached a verdict.
“Mason….” Gramps started to gain Savage’s attention.
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“Savage, Gramps.” I corrected him with a smile.
“Right, Savage, can we talk in the other room?” He was hesitant and didn’t have his usual
confidence when addressing Savage.
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“Sure.” They left the room, and before disappearing out of sight, Savage turned and looked at me, and shrugged, before continuing to follow Gramps.
Grams woke, pushed the ladies away, and sat up, looking around the room.
“Where is he?” Grams asked, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know who she meant.
“Down the hall,” Tank replied. He was standing beside Uncle Simon, looking as perplexed as I was.
What do we do now?
“Excuse me for a while, ladies.” She politely asked, as she held her head up high and walked as fast
as she could, but still looked elegant and graceful as she left the room of confused people.
Uncle Simon took control of the room
“Hello, everyone, come try some of Fixer’s homemade treats.” They came and crowded around,
each taking something, and nibbling it, to taste, and then, satisfied, took a larger bite. Conversation
over the food and compliments were dished out.
“You are their Granddaughter yes?” One lady asked, still unsure about Tank and me, as we didn’t
conform to their dress standards.
“Yes, I am. Would you all like to introduce yourselves? I have no clue, other than Grams said you were long–time family friends.” I suggested, and waited, as they appeared to know who I could be,
but were unsure until now.
Would that change their attitudes from thinking I am a cook to someone they have to suck up to?
It was the latter, the moment it was confirmed, that I was indeed the granddaughter of one of the most wealthy families, they started to warm up to me, and the men offered me their card, suggesting that if I needed anything or advice, come to them. The woman had clothing suggestions and offered names of stylists. Tank was barely containing his laughter. Uncle Simon was happy listening to their chatter, as if it were the most important thing he had ever heard. He
was good at this, Tank and I, not so good.
It took nearly an hour before Savage returned with Grams and Gramps. They looked to have had a few tears, and Savage wore a smile and gave me a thumbs–up. As he walked with Gramps, who had his arm over his shoulder, it appeared the fences were mended, or at least on the way to be
mended.
“Everyone, my son has returned, time for dinner,” Gramps announced, as if he hadn’t just dropped the biggest news ever, and the shocked faces around the room spoke volumes. You could see the
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room wanted to ask questions, but had the good grace to hold their tongue, for now.
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We follow Gramps out of the room and into the formal dining room, the table set out with the best China, mind you, this could be their everyday plates and cutlery. I went to sit in the chair Tank
pulled out for me.
“Not down there, up here with us.” Grams called out, where she had Savage next to Gramps, and
two chairs empty chairs next to her, and a chair for Uncle Simon next to Savage.
The guests were eager for more information, but they hesitated, none willing to be the first to ask a
question.
Gramps reached out for a plate of meat and loaded up his plate, and that was the signal for everyone to dig in. I was no slouch when it came to food, but I was hesitant to put anything I didn’t recognise on my plate, whereas Tank didn’t care and put a bit of everything on his. Tank took a bite and gave a hand signal, between one and five, with his fingers, one being it tastes good, five being I want to spit it out, it’s disgusting. I had to chuckle when he put out a five, and discreetly spat the food into a serviette, and pushed the rest to one side of his plate. We both enjoyed the roast pork and crackling, with basic, tasty vegetables; neither of us was into the more exotic dishes that most of the table gushed over. Even Uncle Simon, who saw the signals that Tank was doing, avoided foods that got three or more points, as if he worked out his hand signals. Savage stuck to the roast pork and vegetables like me; he would remember seeing this kind of spread in his youth and already knew to avoid foods he couldn’t distinguish what it was. I wanted to know what he talked about for an hour, but I would wait for the trip home, unless someone talks beforehand.
Dessert came out, and I wasn’t interested. I was full on the main course, and wasn’t someone who
would normally eat sweet food.
“Coffee or tea will be served back in the lounge.” Grams announced, pushing her chair back and
standing up.
Used to following orders, the table stood and followed Gram’s lead. I waited till most had moved on before standing up and looping my hand through Tank’s arm and walking into the lounge. Grams and Gramps had taken to sitting on the long lounge, with Uncle Simon and Savage beside
them. The double chair was vacant for us.
As everyone was seated, the tea trolley rolled in, and more cakes filled the trolley, and I rolled my eyes. This house had endless food; no wonder Grams was on the larger side.
“Everyone, our lovely Granddaughter, adviced us the other day, we have an heir on the way.” Grams
announced to the group.
Soon, chatter was going crazy, about the baby, how far along, and the legacy it would have.
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