Pieter von Hurst did attend the wedding. The papers, of course, got hold of the story, but the three involved found outside perplexity over the situation nothing more than amusing. Drake and Ronnie then flew to Chicago, where she met his parents. They were a charming couple, accepting her immediately with open arms. Drake's mother, an incredibly tiny woman to have produced such a son, was an attractive and spirited lady, literally pooh-poohing any fears Ronnie might have had about her being concerned with Ronnie's notoriety. The senior O'Hara was a Gaelic charmer, and Ronnie could easily see where Drake had inherited his size, coloring, and dangerously charismatic eyes. His speech enchanted Ronnie; he still carried the lilt of a brogue after almost forty years in the States. Drake watched with tolerant amusement as his parents and Ronnie instantly endeared themselves to one another. He had expected nothing less, and he thanked God fervently for both his mother and father when he saw the happiness in his bride's eyes that night.
