Mrs. Pitts. Mr. Ruby, come in when I was getting ready to leave, and this boy had some—and I think then he was telling the boy to get ready to go down to the club and I was getting ready to go out the door.
Mr. Hubert. You fixed that as being in the summertime?
Mrs. Pitts. Yes, sir.
Mr. Hubert. Then the boy left?
Mrs. Pitts. Yes, sir; he did. I don’t know. I guess it was summertime. I don’t even know, but it was kind of hot weather. Might have been fall.
Mr. Hubert. Was he living there at the time Mr. Ruby got in the trouble?
Mrs. Pitts. Oh, goodness no.
Mr. Hubert. He had left?
Mrs. Pitts. He had been gone a long time. That was in the wintertime. I don’t even know to tell you how much attention I paid to this boy. I didn’t even know him when I come out of the drug store and I said something to one of my middle granddaughters—got a paper and something, and boy turned around and said, “Hello there.” And I looked at him, and then he—“Don’t you remember me?” And I said, “Oh, yes, I believe I do now.” I says, “You was living with Ruby?” And he says, “Yes, I thought sure you’d remember me.” And I said, “Yes.”
Mr. Hubert. When was that?