“Come along, Howard!”, said Anita with the commanding tone of a nanny, “You’ve gotten into enough trouble for one day!”
Howard dropped his head and filed passed the two men in utter disgrace. Not only had he failed to protect himself against the teenaged thugs, but his wife had to bail him out of trouble as if she was his mother breaking up a schoolyard fight. If Howard had been his normal size, he wouldn’t have had any trouble dealing with the punks. One look from his craggy face would have convinced them he wasn’t a man to be trifled with. Howard was having problems adjusting to his new social milieu. Suddenly he was helpless in a world he had conquered in his twenties.