Connie should be here any minute.
Connie glanced from him to Lisa.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
Connie took her by the arm.
"She'll be alright," Connie said.
Connie returned with a cool damp rag which she placed on Lisa's face and then the back of her neck.
He glanced up briefly as Connie walked in.
Connie kneeled at her other side.
Later she woke to find Connie asleep in a chair beside her gurney.
Connie stood up from a chair by the wall.
Howard hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Connie, who shrugged and turned away.
"I've got her purse over here," Connie said, holding up a shiny red purse.
Connie handed the purse to Lisa, who immediately found her house keys.
Occasionally Howard would ask her questions, but mostly he and Connie handled the plans by themselves.
Lisa came home from the hospital the day before the funeral and Connie insisted on staying with her for a while.
Connie and Howard talked to the school, making arrangements for graduation.
Connie had moved into the house for a while.
Lisa was making the beds one morning and Connie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth.
Connie looked at her in the mirror.
Connie rinsed her mouth and put her toothbrush up before she responded.
She eyed Connie suspiciously.
Connie threw her hands up in defeat.
Connie packed and left that evening after work, still expressing her concern and insisting that Lisa call her if she wanted to talk.
"Only Connie," she amended.
Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.
Connie was a friend like that.
As soon as she retrieved her purse and clothes, she could call Connie to come get her.
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
Connie and Howard would be at work right now and wouldn't be home until 5:00 pm.
"I really don't have anything to do but pack," the words spilled out excitedly, "and call Connie so she'll know where I am."
Maybe Connie wouldn't be at home.
In her room that night, she wrote a letter to Connie explaining what she had observed.
There was no point alarming Connie about her situation, so she didn't mention the conversation with Giddon that had inspired the letter.
It was difficult to believe that Connie would tell Allen, knowing his weakness for alcohol, but how else would he have known?
He hadn't discouraged the short telephone calls with Connie on his phone.
There she opened her letter to Connie and added a request to check on that name and address.
Of course, she could call Connie, but Yancey's conversation on the phone was fresh in her memory.
To her surprise, she caught Connie at home.
Connie hesitated, and then spoke excitedly.
It was like Connie to spend as little time on the telephone as possible.
Connie stared up at him in amazement.
Come in, Connie, and meet my new boss, Yancey Giddon.