Better stop by and get Howard Spencer.
Howard was the brother of her best friend, Connie.
Howard had insisted on picking up his little sister that night for safety reasons.
The minute Howard had arrived; Allen was in his face, accusing him of stealing his girl.
Howard was a good ten years older and had far more important things on his mind – like his new position as partner at the law firm.
Howard had to pull out of the driveway slowly and gradually increase his speed.
She was glad Howard was there and that her family wasn't.
Howard asked, his expression grim.
Len looked uncomfortable and glanced at Howard as if for support.
Lisa started to get up but Howard motioned her to sit still while he answered the door.
Howard shook his head and Len cleared his throat.
Her gaze went from Len's stoic face to Howard and then to Connie, who looked pale.
She glanced up at Howard, who immediately chimed in.
Howard came in and stopped him.
I imagine because Howard sent him.
So he thought it was all about Howard and a love interest.
Give Howard my love, and tell him to answer my letter.
Howard was no doubt an exceedingly kind and worthy man in his way, and has his reward; but, comparatively speaking, what are a hundred Howards to us, if their philanthropy do not help us in our best estate, when we are most worthy to be helped?
They were Penn, Howard, and Mrs. Fry.