Mrs. Grant. Yes; but I think it was Saturday. Please listen to me. It was Saturday, November 23. I had called another number where my son lives. It is in my book. And calling my son’s number, maybe it was at 10:30 at night, Dallas time, and nobody answered. This was Saturday night. I decided to call Cecil and Viril Hirsch. That is the mother and father of my daughter-in-law.
And I said, “It is Eva.” And we talked, and I told him the town is falling apart over this, we are just sick. And I said, “Where are the kids?” I figured maybe Cecil is not answering the phone. And she said, “They are here.” And I said, “How come you are having an affair like this?”
And she said, “For three or four different weekends they were supposed to have a temple affair and are installing new officers. It started in September, but it is a new community, and all the mothers and fathers have young infants, and every other week, if they postponed it, a child had measles or chickenpox, and they said that this particular Saturday night, November 23, let’s see if everyone can’t come. We will install them whether they are there or not.”
And I said, “You tell Ronnie he is not to take the kids out of bed.” Not that my kid listens to me, but that is me talking. “And to stay there overnight, and maybe I will call them tomorrow or something.” Anyway, I said, “Don’t let them take the kids out.” And she said, “I told him not to.” And she said he was going to drive up at 12 o’clock sharp.
And I said, “Where does he get this traveling 40 miles and another 40 miles from my son’s mother-in-law’s home back to where they live.”
Mr. Griffin. Let me move ahead now. It is a Saturday morning. Did you see your brother Saturday morning, November 23?
Mrs. Grant. I don’t remember.
Mr. Griffin. How about Saturday afternoon, did you see him Saturday afternoon?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; I did. I spent every bit of 3½ or 4 hours, not 3½ hours, and not much more than 4 hours, with him.
Mr. Griffin. What time did you get up Saturday morning, as best you recall?