Mr. Hutchison. Self-service. Yes, sir. All my store is self-service, meat included; yes, sir.
Mr. Jenner. All right.
You said, "This man and his wife." What led you to say that this lady or woman was his wife?
Mr. Hutchison. Well, uh—later, when her picture came on television, I—uh—I recognized her.
Mr. Jenner. Now, when you use the pronoun "her," you're now referring to whom?
Mr. Hutchison. To his wife.
Mr. Jenner. Marina Oswald?
Mr. Hutchison. Yes. Marina Oswald. Yes.
Mr. Jenner. All right. Would you describe, as best you can, your present recollection of what this man looked like?
Mr. Hutchison. Yes. He was—uh—around 5 foot 10 or 10½; he had a very, I would say—impressive look about him. It was always, to me, uh—to her—at that time it was a glare. He was glaring at her. And, of course, when anyone glares, their facial expressions tighten up and you just naturally observe someone like that. And it looked like—well, you wouldn't say a fit of anger, but a disgust or something out of the ordinary.