"Mama, what does this say?" Clementine asks, holding up a pink conversation heart.
I squint at the small print and read: "Soul mate."
She furrows her brow, tilts her head. "What's that?" she asks. "What's a soul mate?"
"It's someone who understands you better than anyone else," I tell her. Then, expecting her to say Daddy, I ask: "Who's your soul mate? Who understands you better than anyone else?"
She doesn't hesitate. "Jesus," she says.