And my phone rang. Leonard Wood was talking to me on the phone. This is all in—whether he was listening to another station, or something, I don’t know, and he is talking to me, and what do you think I said to him, I said, “Leonard, you don’t call me every day. Now don’t tell me, ‘How do you feel, Mrs. Grant?’”
“Fine. Do you know where Jack is at?”
And I said, “No.”
Mr. Griffin. Had Leonard tried to call Jack in the morning?
Mrs. Grant. Now, don’t ask me that. I want to tell you. I don’t know what he tried to do.
Now, we talked about different things, and then he was almost gone, and hanging on, and he said, “Are you watching television, Mrs. Grant?”
And I said, “Yes.”
I was watching, but I wasn’t listening.
Mr. Griffin. How soon did you learn that Oswald had been shot?
Mrs. Grant. I want to tell you how many phone calls I got. This is one for the books. I am talking to him, and I finally said, “Now, listen, Leonard”—I figured he was trying to find Jack to get some money. I said, “Now, listen, Leonard, you know things have been pretty rough in the club, and you got $10 either last night or the night before.”