shakers heights was a posh, uooer-end suburb in the height of midsummer bloom. on every street, green lawns led up to graceful, tree-sheltered homes. one if Jude's men drive me out while Gabriel went back to the lakefront of Hilton to meet with the family of the groom.
the Stephens home was a warm redbrick Normandy under a canopy of tall oaks. I was met at the door by the older sister of the bride, who introduced herself as Hilary Bloom. she sat me down in a comfy, picture filled den: books, large screen TV, pictures of the two of them as kids, weddings. "Hannah was always the rebellious one," Hilary explained, free spirit. it took her a while to find herself, but she was just setting down. she had a good job- a publicist for a firm in Seattle. where she met Darlington. she was just coming around,"
"coming around from what?" I asked.
"like I said- she was a free spirit. that was Hannah."