Mr. Hubert. Had you been going to him regularly on Sundays before?
Mrs. Pitts. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. You always called?
Mrs. Pitts. I called—called him, and always called the manager because I went once and I didn’t call so they had to do something in there, and he had a dog, and I was scared of this dog, so, the manager, she was there, and she said, “Well, I will lock the dog in the bathroom,” and I said, “No; I don’t work that way. I will just go back home.”
So, the next time I didn’t call and she was gone and he was gone, too, and I—from then on I always called.
Mr. Hubert. And you called about what time in the morning?
Mrs. Pitts. Well, just different times, but that morning I don’t know what time it was that I called. I know that it was 8:30, or might have been later than that. I really don’t know for—I didn’t look at the clock.
Mr. Hubert. That morning—what morning do you mean?
Mrs. Pitts. I think it was Sunday morning, you know, when you was saying about——
Mr. Hubert. When Oswald was shot?