Mrs. Olsen. Oh, I guess a week later.
Mr. Specter. Whom did you see?
Mrs. Olsen. The bartender let me in.
Mr. Specter. What was his name?
Mrs. Olsen. Andrew.
Mr. Specter. What did you say to him, if anything?
Mrs. Olsen. Well, he didn’t have too much to say to me. I think they thought I was a traitor for not sticking with them, you know.
Mr. Specter. Were you crying at the time?
Mrs. Olsen. Yes; I think I was.
Mr. Specter. Why were you crying?