Mrs. BLEDSOE. I didn't like that.
Mr. BALL. That he interfered with your nap?
Mrs. BLEDSOE. Uh-huh. I didn't like it, and the next day he fussed with
somebody on the phone, I don't know whether it was his wife or who it
was.
Mr. BALL. That was Thursday?
Mrs. BLEDSOE. Yes.
Mr. BALL. About what time of day?