I asked him about 2 weeks later, or a week later, and he knew about it.
Wait a minute, I am not through. The phone rang again, and I want to tell you, you may know I put on water for boiling—Madeline Blainey was on the phone.
By this time I got to the television. I only had to walk from there to a few feet. I had it on that wall, maybe 9 feet, and I turned it up, and this is what I heard, “John Logan, no Jack Luby.”
I wanted to back in the kitchen with the phone, and I wasn’t walking too much, and I turned it down.
Madeline is on the phone and says, “How do you feel?”
And I said, “Fine.” I am talking to her, and I turned the damn thing down.
I saw—this is rerun—if it is, I don’t know—I actually saw what the other people saw. This is my conversation with Madeline and why they never went to see her, I will never know.
I am watching it. “Don’t forget,” I said, you get the name, repeat the two names. But I turned it down, because it was too close to the phone.
I wasn’t going to go out of the living room, and I wasn’t going to eliminate one or the other. I wanted to be sure I know both things are going on.
I said, “How are you,” and she said, “OK, who is there?”