All I know is, I was out of my mind. I ran to the door—I don’t usually dress in this—in my mu-mu to meet strangers, but there was such a knock on my door. There were minutes I can’t recall.
I will not tell you any stories. I don’t know exactly, before I knew it, all I know there were photographers there—and your best guess is to ask Pauline what took place, if you get in touch with her.
I go into the bathroom. I want to change, but instead, I had put a robe on. This is what I think I done.
Whoever talked to me, I thought they said they killed Jack too. I don’t know what took place.
Mr. Griffin. Now, Mrs. Grant, what you are telling us now can’t affect your brother’s case in any way.
Mrs. Grant. I am not trying to hide anything.
Mr. Griffin. I realize, but I want to tell you—I realize you want to tell us, and I am going to have to cut you off.
I want to explain to you that what you could tell us from here on, since it is all after the fact, is not material relevant to the shooting of Oswald. So, we are at the end really.
Let me ask you this question: Did you talk to your brother at all about the President’s visit, expected visit to Dallas before President Kennedy arrived?
Mrs. Grant. During that week on Monday—now, it may have been Tuesday, Dallas Morning News had a picture of a desk similar to this. Looked like two doors, and little John-John was right here, and the President was back there, and the President was looking at him, and my brother had said, “This guy don’t act like a President. He is just like a regular father.”