Mrs. Powell. This past New Year’s, this year.
Mr. Griffin. 1964. You are on beyond the assassination at this point?
Mrs. Powell. Am I really? I——
Mr. Griffin. Yes; you are.
Mrs. Powell. Oh, yes, yes; I am. Yes; I am way beyond. Sure that had already happened when I was in Oklahoma.
Mr. Griffin. You left Jack around March of 1963?
Mrs. Powell. Wait a minute. I know I went to Tulsa, and I worked the last 2 weeks in March. I stayed in Tulsa in March, and I worked 2 weeks in Kansas City, and came back, and stayed in Tulsa, until June 2, and I came home.
Mr. Griffin. Then did you come back and work for Jack?
Mrs. Powell. Wait, don’t rush me. That was last summer. How did I get up way past the assassination? It was last summer. Well, I worked for Jack up until 2 days before the President was assassinated. I closed on Tuesday. It happened on Thursday, didn’t it?
Mr. Griffin. Friday.