Lexie
Maranda reminded me of my own mother. The two would for sure get along well. She wasn't one to take no for an answer and knew how to get her way. And with Iron, that was giving him a look and simply telling him how it would be. Even when he disagreed with her, it was hard for him to argue with her. It was hard not to smile triumphantly when she cut into Iron, disagreeing with me on going to Blue's funeral. She told him if I wanted to go, I would be going, and she would be more than happy to take me herself, and he had no say in what she did. Leaving him to sigh in frustration and nod his head. You could tell he wanted to talk back to her but couldn't bring himself to do so.
I have been to a couple of funerals before in my life. None of them was anything like the one held for Blue.
