And I said, “Who would be there.”
I am wearing my mu-mu my daughter-in-law sent me for Christmas, and I wouldn’t dare let anyone in. I am shooting my mouth off about Joe Johnson. I have a great admiration—he’s a colored boy been with us 8 years. He told me, “We had a fight, not 130 fights, but a fight.”
I said, “Madeline, I want to apologize for sort of neglecting you,” because when I was in the hospital, Madeline and Joe came walking in the very same time to visit me in the hospital. Here both walking in. Madeline and I understand, but this is the guy we want as a band leader to come back.
I said, “Joe, take a seat.”
I said, “Madeline, I hope you don’t resent me talking to Joe about his children,” and we talk about his children, and he kept on talking.
She said, “Eva, I don’t want to be the one to tell you this. Do you know who did the shooting?”
And I said, “No.”
She said, “Jack shot Oswald.”
That was the end of me. Now, I never hung up. I never turned my television off. I remember these people, Jim Holland and his wife, Margo, and a fellow who, these people live next door, Jim Reed—the manager had gone away for the day, but I didn’t know it. As a rule, she would have heard me. I didn’t know for 2 days that she wasn’t there Sunday.
I ran to the door, and I don’t know what happened—this I tell you. In the first place, no one ever told me. I thought they killed my brother too.