Mr. Griffin. He stayed open on Christmas Eve and Christmas night?
Mrs. Powell. No; Ralph told him to close one day. I forget—it was more than two. We closed one or the two. I think it was Christmas Eve when he closed. Yes; it was Christmas Eve when we were closed. But I just knew he was up to something, but in my wildest imagination I didn’t dream he would do that. But I figured he had some reason for closing up that way. I was just shocked too, because I happened to remember making that statement to Lynn.
Mr. Griffin. What did Lynn say?
Mrs. Powell. I don’t recall that she said anything. I know we were just discussing it in general.
Mr. Griffin. What about Bruce?
Mrs. Powell. Bruce agreed with me that he figured that Jack was up to something.
Mr. Griffin. What sort of guy is Bruce?
Mrs. Powell. I don’t like him.
Mr. Griffin. Why is that?
Mrs. Powell. Because he comes on like a junior jiver with a bunch of this hip talk. “Man,” and this stuff, and I don’t like this. And he doesn’t work, and Lynn was pregnant, and he beat her up all the time.