Mrs. Grant. Oh, no.
Mr. Hubert. Did you talk to him on the phone?
Mrs. Grant. No.
Mr. Hubert. Did you know he was in Dallas?
Mrs Grant. No.
Mr. Hubert. Is there anything you know that would indicate that your brother, Jack, knew he was in Dallas?
Mrs. Grant. I don’t know.
Mr. Hubert. In November 1963?
Mrs. Grant. I don’t know. I’ll tell you how I figure this out, if I can go see my contract—you see, my band leader was making a record, you know, a record of music.
Mr. Hubert. But so far as your recollection is concerned, it would be over a year from today?