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?
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.
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.
"She's not crying," Howard said flatly from the doorway.
Howard was leaning against the wall.
He glanced at their joined hands, then at Lisa and Howard in turn.
Howard dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.
Howard gave him a strange look.
Len shot Howard a warning look.
Howard leaned over her.
Howard hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Connie, who shrugged and turned away.
She handed them to Howard, who watched her face with a puzzled expression.
Howard turned and headed for the door, indicating for Quint to follow.
Howard insisted this had to be done right now.
Occasionally Howard would ask her questions, but mostly he and Connie handled the plans by themselves.
Other than the fact that she and Howard had already disrupted their lives enough for her, it was comforting to have her there.
Len and Howard took turns at her side throughout the funeral and at graveside.
Allen walked toward the door, his attention divided between Howard and Lisa.
Howard made no move to help her.
And yet, Howard made no move to call for help.
Howard finally came to her side and helped her to her feet.
Before she could get a word out, Howard covered her mouth with his.
"Not you, Howard," she said, her eyes burning with tears.
What Howard provided was an excuse.
Yet Howard said he hired Allen because she asked him to investigate Yancey.
Allen had come to the house before she asked Howard to check on Yancey.
Maybe that was a lead Howard could use.
I can just imagine how much of that Howard would want to know.