“Where are you planning to go?” Vee asked while watching Pete packing his clothes. He didn’t pack too many. A few pairs of socks, some underwear, a couple of shirts, one pair of trousers and one pair of shorts. Everything had fit into a small backpack, which Pete put over his shoulder. He grabbed his car keys and headed straight to the place where his car was parked.
“I won’t be gone for long. Just a few days, maybe,” Pete answered after a while. Vee followed him like a tail, demanding a further explanation, but he didn’t need it. He knew exactly where Pete was heading. It might not be the brightest idea, but he needed to see him. At least from far, but Pete wished to see Mork. He wanted to know how he was doing, how he handled everything around the funeral. Pete wanted to know Mork was a
