Mr. Ball. That was on a Friday.
Mrs. Roberts. Well, it was on the weekend before that.
Mr. Ball. What happened—what was that?
Mrs. Roberts. He didn't go nowhere.
Mr. Ball. He stayed in all weekend, is that right?
Mrs. Roberts. Yes, sir; and then that first Thursday, he got up Thursday and left for work and he didn't come back no more until Friday.
Mr. Ball. He left on Thursday and didn't come home on Thursday night?
Mrs. Roberts. He didn't spend Thursday night there and that was unusual, because he would always leave on Friday. That's the best I can do. He was just the type of person you just don't know—and I just thought he didn't like people and he would mix with nobody and he wouldn't say nothing. The only time he would ever say anything was when his rent was due and he was never behind.
I'll tell you when it was—it was when he didn't come back on Monday, you know, there was a holiday that people took off work.
Mr. Ball. That was Armistice Day.