Mrs. Grant. He said, “You think you will be all right”—and this was Saturday, and I said, “Yes,” and he said, “Well, do you think you will be all right?” And I hollered back like—I said, “Yes—yes,” and not to bother me. I was too sick—I didn’t even want to think of it, but I’ll be honest, all the time he’s talking to me I had it in my mind—“I’m not going, I’m too sick and I know I ain’t going to feel good Monday,” see.
Mr. Burleson. In other words, he told you he had planned to go to Tippit’s funeral on Monday?
Mrs. Grant. That’s right—no; he didn’t say “Monday”, he did not say Monday—he didn’t say the date.
Mr. Burleson. Whenever it was?
Mrs. Grant. He said to the funeral.
Mr. Burleson. Tippit’s funeral?
Mrs. Grant. Yes; but he says—he saw I was sick and he figured maybe I don’t want to get out and he says, “Do you think you can go to dinner tomorrow?” And he does take me to dinner.
Mr. Burleson. But anyway, he had made arrangements or was telling you that he and you were going to the funeral of Tippit, is that right?
Mrs. Grant. That’s correct—that’s what he thought.
Mr. Burleson. But you didn’t feel up to it physically?