He was sitting in my golden chair with his head in his hand, and we were talking. I said, "I never thought in my lifetime I would ever hear of a President being assassinated." I thought when they do those things, when McKinley was shot and Garfield--I said, barbarians were running around.

Mr. Griffin.

Were you doing most of the talking, or was Jack?

Mrs. Grant.

Yes. He was quiet. He sat in the chair and he says, "Really, he was crazy," and between that time he went in the bathroom and threw up. It was after he ate what he considered eating.

Mr. Griffin.

He didn't have very much to eat?

Mrs. Grant.

No. Because he asked me for scrambled eggs. I made him three eggs. He wanted the eggs.
I said, "I will make you four, and if you don't eat it, I will eat it."
I know those eggs, he ate one-third and just very little of anything that was there. So the amount of food he normally eats, he is a pretty good eater even with his diet.

Mr. Griffin.

Did he tell you he called Eileen?

Mrs. Grant.

Yes, it seems to me he told me that.

Mr. Griffin.

What did he say about that?

Mrs. Grant.

Now, let me explain something. You see, you are jumping the gun. When he was sitting on this chair and crying, I had made this remark--don't forget, I saw all this business on television already.
This was now after 6. Maybe even a quarter of 7. He left shortly after 7, so it can't be after 7:20 or 7:25, so we can straighten that out.
I said, "That lousy Commie. Don't worry, the Commie, we will get him.
I also said this. If I say the word "commie" low, does it go in there when I say it?
I would like to see the television deal in order to get something straightened out. It seems to me Curry said he had three draft cards and he defected to Russia.
This was all in the late afternoon, and he kept repeating it. I figured out in my intelligence that this guy was sent to do it, so I said this.
I could never conceive of anybody in his right mind who would want this President hurt. Only a guy just of his caliber. [Lousy Commies--L. H. Oswald.]

Mr. Griffin.

What did Jack say?

Mrs. Grant.

He didn't say nothing. I heard him say, "What a creep." Whether it was Friday or Saturday, that is the exact term. [It was Friday.]
He never used the word "rat" or "skunk." He doesn't like my vocabulary. I come out and call his friends s.o.b., but you want the word, and he don't like them. That don't have to go on the record.
Did I get off the track? I am sorry, Mr. Griffin.

Mr. Griffin.

Well, when did you next see him again after he left the house Friday night?

Mrs. Grant.

The next day he came.

Mr. Griffin.

Did he come back to your house at all Friday night?

Mrs. Grant.

No. Wait a minute, you are asking me---I know what the question is. Now, I am sorry, sir, you will have to forgive me. My mind isn't that good any more.
When he was leaving, he looked pretty bad. This I remember. I can't explain it to you. He looked too broken, a broken man already. He did make the remark, he said, "I never felt so bad in my life, even when Ma or Pa died."
So I said, "Well, Pa was an old man. He was almost 89 years. Anyone lives that long, you are lucky, such as the life he lived"
I can't put the things in there, the things that I said.

Mr. Griffin.

That is all right.

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