All Chapters of Who We Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"He's on Route 66 headed home and Maddie won't miss him for a second. She just traded up about a hundred positions in the draft. Jason has the look of a solid, dependable type of guy. He's almost through West Point and he'll be commissioned as an officer soon. I'd say Maddie may have found her Prince Charming.""He was awfully good looking, although it wasn't very flattering that he never even looked at me. I guess I'll forgive him this time. He sure looked good in that uniform.” Maddie stated.Melissa and Laura joined Christine in the ladies' room between songs. "Christine, do you know who that young man in uniform is that's so attentive to Maddie? What happened to Mike?""Mike got all jealous and left. That handsome guy drooling all over Maddie is Jason Hunter. His brother is engaged to Nell. He's graduating from West Point in a few months. Mitchell seems to approve, and so do I. Maddie may have found what she's been looking for all these years," responded Christine.The evening

As the foursome walked to the second tub, one of the men stared at Mitchell and the girls. "Aren't you the Leonard sisters? You danced at the Inauguration Ball earlier, right? We watched some of it on TV while we ate dinner. You ladies looked incredible.""Well thank you." responded Christine. "That answers my question about whether it was on TV and if anyone would notice.""Are you kidding?" chimed in one of the young women in the group. "Your gowns were incredible. Where did you get them? I bet they were really expensive.""Governor O'Leary's daughter, Nell, designed them. We're trying to market them at Macy's and if we're successful, you'll see them for sale there. They won't be very expensive. All profits Will be donated to a fund to expand our local hospital in Highland. It's a great cause," enthused Christine."The gowns looked great, but where did you get your swimsuits?" asked the second woman. "They're really sexy, as you can tell by the way our husbands are staring. May

"That would be wonderful. I'm trying to be the one woman in the whole family that doesn't get all goofy when you're around, but I'll risk it for a nice dinner. Mom asks about you every Time I speak to her. Melissa and her girls all think you're tops, and Willow can't stop talking about you. That only leaves me, and if you don't stop dancing me around the kitchen, I'll be as far gone as they are," laughed Donna. "Here's Willow now.""Hi, Tyler," greeted Willow as she hugged Mitchell as soon as her mother released him. "When are you going to dance in public with me, Mitchell? I watched you on TV with my cousins and you were all amazing. Do you think I'll ever be as pretty as Maddie and Christine?""Tyler seems to think so," laughed Mitchell. "He keeps coming back, even when you ignore him. That tells me that the poor guy has it pretty bad. He's giving you a ride to school today, so you'll just have to sit in the front seat and be nice to him. Some kids might even think that you like h

In less than a minute, Laura had passed ten phone numbers on to Christine and soon the kids were online with someone, doctor or nurse, trained in emergency medicine."I've got Mitchell here. He's been shot several times, but it looks like blood is just pouring from a wound in his upper leg, near his crotch. I'm pulling his pants down and I see blood spurting. It must be an artery," reasoned Christine."Here's what I want you to do," responded Laura calmly. "You need to take a cloth, like a piece of Mitchell's shirt and fold it up and press it tightly to the wound. You've got to slow down the bleeding. If you can, find something to tie around his leg over the bandage to keep it tightly in place."Christine had placed the phone on the speaker as she worked over Mitchell. She used the knife to cut the front of his shirt off and folded that piece into a bandage. Then she snaked his belt around his upper leg and drew it tight, securing the makeshift bandage in place. Christine felt some

"These pathetic shooters probably spent a few weeks at some shooter training camp learning to shoot and make bombs. My boyfriend learned self-defense and hand-to-hand combat from his father, a Commander in the Army Green Berets. He became an expert with a handgun, with both his left and right hand. When he came through that doorway this morning armed with those guns taken from the dead shooter, it was never a fair fight. Those cowards had no chance. He killed every damn one of them in a blazing gun battle. I saw the bullet holes in the dead suicide bombers when I cut the wires to the bombs they had concealed on their bodies. To a man, they had two bullet holes in their forehead. A bullet to the body may well have detonated the explosives. Mitchell realized that and somehow shot all four-armed shooters in the head, saving hundreds of lives and preventing the destruction of our school. Suffering from two bullet wounds and lying in his own blood, he then explained to me that the bombs we