Hillary, the blushing bride, stalks history on her husband’s coattails By Charles Hurt
NEW YORK — Hillary wore white.
Stepping into the klieg lights, she was — finally! — the blushing bride of the Democratic Party. Smiling, waving, tilting her head, clutching her fist to her chest as she surveyed her adorable fans. She stepped to the lectern and gazed lovingly into the teleprompter.