"LUTHER, I went to the funeral yesterday. Portia said that today is the burial," Thomas said to him as soon as his friend entered the kitchen of the house.
"I see," he said and sipped from his coffee, "Did you ask where?"
"The same cemetery where Portia's parents are placed."
King Luther nodded. He is planning to go there, but maybe… he will just watch it from a distance and only go near once everyone leaves.
"It'll be afternoon, at two. Are you coming?" Thomas asked, "We will all come, how about you?"
He chuckled without humor, "Do you think… they will let me?"
"Of course, Dude. That's your daughter, and I already told Portia that you will be there later, she just nodded, probably she will allow you to see your daughter for the last time."
"Really?" He sounded relieved.
Thomas nod
