Mrs. Roberts. No.
Mr. Ball. Hadn't he been home?
Mrs. Roberts. Oh, let's see—that was the day.
Mr. Ball. That was on a Friday——
Mrs. Roberts. Wait a minute, let me think of it.
Mr. Ball. That's on a Friday.
Mrs. Roberts. I had better back up a minute—he came home that Friday in an unusual hurry.
Mr. Ball. And about what time was this?
Mrs. Roberts. Well, it was after President Kennedy had been shot and I had a friend that said, "Roberts, President Kennedy has been shot," and I said, "Oh, no." She said, "Turn on your television," and I said "What are you trying to do, pull my leg?" And she said, "Well, go turn it on." I went and turned it on and I was trying to clear it up—I could hear them talking but I couldn't get the picture and he come in and I just looked up and I said, "Oh, you are in a hurry." He never said a thing, not nothing. He went on to his room and stayed about 3 or 4 minutes.
Mr. Ball. As he came in, did you say anything else except, "You are in a hurry"?