Howard was the brother of her best friend, Connie.
There was no reasoning with him, so she accepted a ride with her best friend, Connie.
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.
Without looking away, he addressed his request to Connie.
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.
Connie's tone was pensive.
Lisa swung around and stared at Connie.
She eyed Connie suspiciously.
Connie threw her hands up in defeat.
Lisa stared at Connie.
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.
She hadn't said anything to anyone, not even Connie.
Maybe he knew something and that was why he picked up Connie that night.
Connie was a friend like that.
She lifted the receiver and dialed Connie's number.
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.
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.
Connie stammered out a prim salutation, still staring at him, and Lisa blushed at Giddon's obvious amusement.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
It was Connie's turn to stare, and she did so in disbelief.
When Connie continued to watch her dubiously, Lisa dropped to the bed and sighed heavily.
She handed it to Connie, describing the entrance and house.
Connie pursed her lips and whistled softly.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
He tucked his hands into his pockets and fixed Connie with a hostile stare.
Connie shot Lisa a warning look.
He rattled off his number and then gave Connie a stern look.
Connie gave him an icy stare.
Connie raised her eyebrows.
Lisa glanced at Connie; not at all sure she was making a wise decision.
At the car, Connie hugged Lisa while Giddon impatiently held the car door open for her.
Giddon closed the door, and Lisa waved to Connie as he walked around the front of the car.
He started the car and they drove off, leaving Connie standing there on the curb looking after them with a troubled expression.
She looked away; wishing Connie hadn't brought it to her attention.
Connie immediately assured her that the Giddon's wouldn't be shelling out the money if they didn't think she was earning it.
Connie was silent a moment.
Connie caught her breath.
Connie still didn't know about her car.
She would have bet her eyeteeth that Connie wouldn't tell Allen where she was.
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.
She was forming a habit of using people who expressed interest in her – Connie, Howard, Len and now Yancey.
Connie would have told Len about the fact that Yancey didn't want to give her his phone number.
Anything else she divulged should go to Howard, not Connie.
Since she had given no information to Howard, Connie had to be the one who was talking.
Did Connie tell Allen where to find me?
More important, why hadn't Connie responded to her letter?
Maybe Connie had responded.
Len's comment was proof enough that Connie received the letter.
If Connie didn't tell Allen where to find her, who did?
Who would have known that but Connie?
At least it was still sealed and it was from Connie.
Inside the card was a letter from Connie.
It would be best to contact Connie tomorrow and tell her not to send mail.
Their telephone conversation last night concluded with the decision that Connie would pick her up at the end of the drive today at 11:30 am.
It sounds good, but I'm supposed to meet Connie at noon.
Did he overhear her conversation with Connie?
Connie is picking me up.
Connie is taking me by to pick it up.
Connie wouldn't be there for another hour.
Thirty minutes later she was walking down the drive to meet Connie, never having betrayed his trust.
When Connie arrived, Lisa had barely buckled her seatbelt before she started asking questions.
Connie glanced at her.
Connie frowned as she turned the other corner and picked up speed.
Connie contemplated the answer and nodded.
Connie patted her hand.
Connie stared at her.
Finally Connie spoke again.
She smiled at Connie.
Connie would be on the road right now.
Connie gave me this number to call you.
Apparently his mood had been inspired by the telephone call she made to Connie a few nights ago.
Surely Connie had relayed the message to him.
Today while she was in town, she'd ask Connie if she knew what it was.
Going through the bills on the counter where Connie had promised to leave them, she decided to take them with her.
Actually, Connie would know.
She opened the door without looking, ready to welcome Connie.
Connie said you were coming over to get the bills this evening.
I asked Connie if you could...
She had provided all the information he needed through Connie.
Does Connie know you were using her?
Howard had been alienated, and trusting anything with Connie was dubious.
Multiple pairs of feet hurried down the hall and Connie was the first one through the door.
Lisa glanced at Yancey, who silently divided his attention between Connie and Lisa.
No, Connie wouldn't be smiling.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
She raised her face to look at him and caught Sarah and Connie making a hasty exit from the room.
Len colored and glanced at Connie, who dimpled and firmly stated, "Yes."
To his right, walked the woman he might marry – Connie Spencer.
She did say he was temperamental, Connie said.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
"But he isn't," Connie broke in.
"Yeah," Connie chimed in.
Connie's determination softened and she dug in her purse, coming up with a pencil and an old grocery receipt.
In her first successful attempt to call on the cell phone in her room, she told Connie about her feelings.
Howard and Connie would keep the investigation private.
Before she folded the letter, Lisa described the incident with Allen, asking Connie if she had given him the instructions to the Giddon house.
She was forming a habit of using people who expressed interest in her â€“ Connie, Howard, Len and now Yancey.
They planned to have a birthday lunch and then Connie would take her over to get the car.
And why had he called on the house telephone instead of her cell phone â€“ only to give her information Connie had already supplied?
Grabbing her cell phone, she called Connie's number.
To his right, walked the woman he might marry â€“ Connie Spencer.
Now she shares us with a blue boy, Solo as well as our little welsh terrier Connie.
Connie makes the hazardous decision to attempt a third unmasking of a serial killer, knowing he will come looking for her.
Gary and Connie Seacrest provided a privileged life for Ryan and his sister Meredith.
Perfect for those that prefer a heavier frame, the Connie look has a slight cat-eye that still manages to elegantly blend with its overall squarish shape.
One study that does support such a link was presented at the 2002 annual meeting of the American Psychiatric Association by Stanford University researchers Connie Strong and Terence Ketter.
Actress Connie Nielsen, METALLICA drummer Lars Ulrich's girlfriend, will guest star in the six episodes filmed while Mariska is on maternity leave.
Hurricanes Connie and Diane occurred five days apart.
Combine the two hottest things in one pair of boots in this Women's Liberty boot from Connie.
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