At first Howard didn’t think anything about holding hands, they had often held hands over the years when they had gone to the park in the past. This time, however, Howard realized how they must look to passerby. They no longer appeared like young lovers on a lark in the park. Now it looked like Anita was taking her little boy to a picnic. Howard wasn’t especially pleased by the thought.
Howard wasn’t terribly pleased with the lunch Anita had prepared either, he preferred hot dogs and hamburgers to sandwiches at a picnic over the honey ham and baby swiss on rye with Djion mustard and homemade mayonnaise sandwiches she had made.