The next morning at eight o'clock.
Luke and his family arrived at the hotel conference room once more to verify their identities and were told they could not bring weapons into the White House.
At eight-thirty-five in the morning, two buses arrived at the hotel, ready to take the awardees and their families to the White House.
Visiting the White House was not a new experience; parts of the White House are open to tourists during certain hours, and Robert had toured the White House in his youth.
But this visit to the White House was different, his grandson was about to be awarded the highest honor by the Great Commander, and he himself was an invited guest, ready to boast to his old buddies once he returned.
Linda had woken up at six in the morning, hired a professional makeup artist, and dressed in her most beautiful clothes. As a single mother, there was no prouder day than this.
