How's your mother doing these days?
So, how's scruffy doing?
How's that for squirming out of a leading question?
She asked, a smile in her voice, "How's the weather in Idaho?"
"How's everyone else?" he asked.
"How's my darling?" he asked with his usual indifference.
How's everything on your side of the world?
How's the election coming?
So how's the election coming?
How's your spy network?
"How's the war?" she asked as he neared.
"How's your spaced-out heroine doing?" he asked.
"How's it going?" he asked, motioning to the notebook.
How's the rest of your research coming?
How's now work, early enough?
How's that for irony?
How's tomorrow work for you?
How's life in the sun?
"How's Death?" he baited.
"How's it going?" the detective asked as he draped his suit jacket on the railing and pulled off his tie before slumping down in the rocker across the room from the old man.
"How's the shoulder," he asked as she fastened a clip.
"How's it you're not drunk today?" said Nesvitski when the other had ridden up to him.
"How's this, Colonel?" he shouted as he approached.
Well, and how's Moscow?