" What I was really thinking,' resumes Rachel, 'is—well, that there's fate, you see. I don't dismiss it, I don't think it's idiotic. It's quite scientific, actually. What we become. Who we—meet, end up with,' she continues, flames in her cheeks.

'You think we would have met, no matter what? Even if I were some lushy? Some loon? Street kid?'

'You're laughing at me.'

'Just asking,' he says.

'Everyone has one person, I think. For life. That's all. "

― Emma Richler , Be My Wolff