I said, "Joe, take a seat."
I said, "Madeline, I hope you don't resent me talking to Joe about his children," and we talk about his children, and he kept on talking.
She said, "Eva, I don't want to be the one to tell you this. Do you know who did the shooting?"
And I said, "No."
She said, "Jack shot Oswald."
That was the end of me. Now, I never hung up. I never turned my television off. I remember these people, Jim Holland and his wife, Margo, and a fellow who, these people live next door, Jim Reed--the manager had gone away for the day, but I didn't know it. As a rule, she would have heard me. I didn't know for 2 days that she wasn't there Sunday.
I ran to the door, and I don't know what happened--this I tell you. In the first place, no one ever told me. I thought they killed my brother too.
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." This is what my brother enjoyed.

Mr. Griffin.

Did your brother talk to you about going to see the parade?

Mrs. Grant.

No.

Mr. Griffin.

Let me ask you if we can do this. You brought a number of items here that you would like us to look at. I don't want to take them from you without making a record.

Mrs. Grant.

I want to sign that paper for you. That is what I want to do. I think you are being very fair, and I am going to tell you this, there are a lot of things that concern these things, and they are upsetting me because I can't tell them, and I can't leave them here. I know your time is limited.

Mr. Griffin.

Let me try and reassure you this way. I think I am going to be back in Dallas, probably once more, and I know that you probably would like to talk to us again, and we will make arrangements to talk to you at that time.

Mrs. Grant.

Well, if you don't talk to me, I am going to Washington, and I am going to do some pretty stiff talking.

Mr. Griffin.

We want to hear everything you have to say. I wonder if you would want to send to us the particular things that you want to talk to us about, so we can be prepared to handle them perhaps in a relatively orderly fashion?

Mrs. Grant.

No, I don't want it in any mail.

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