Mr. Rubenstein. No; I can tear out the sheet and mail it to you. Would you like that?
Mr. Griffin. It would be fine. Would you want to make a note of that? In fact, if you can run off a copy just send us a copy.
Mr. Rubenstein. I don’t need it. What do I need it for? I have nothing to hide.
Mr. Griffin. Why don’t you send us——
Mr. Rubenstein. The whole book. Do you want the whole book, you can have it. Mail the book. I have nothing to hide in there. A couple of telephone numbers, call them and say I said hello.
Mr. Griffin. What did you do on Sunday, do you recall getting up on Sunday the 24th?
Mr. Rubenstein. I had breakfast and went out for the newspapers and I came back and all of a sudden there was—was there anybody in the house at that particular time—oh, that was a black Sunday. Eileen called, screaming. Eva called, screaming, and they hung up. All we could get was “Jack Ruby, Dallas,” you know.
I turned on the television, turned on the television and they showed the event of everything, you know, the recording of what took place. We couldn’t believe it. I still don’t believe it. I still don’t believe it.
Mr. Griffin. Did you first learn of what Jack had done from your sisters?
Mr. Rubenstein. Yes. They called.