‘Ain't no thing as the perfect person, Sal, until there is,’ he said, sitting down in his chair across the room, looking at His Wife and Child. ‘How'd you figure out we're perfect for each other? I had a feeling…but you - you seemed more rigorous.’
She smiled, looking up from her embroidery and into his eyes. ‘You know me and science, Johnny. I figured everyone has a Soul Mate - a person designed by God for them, sewn from the same cloth, like Adam and Eve. I designed a coordinate mapping program, based on DNA. Where I'd go, what I'd buy and eat, to sustain myself, and based on the environments I was grown from, and what I wanted to do as a kid…I figured our DNA was maybe a stepping stone to each other.’
‘So when you first met me, did you know I was your Perfect Person?’
‘Nah,’ she said. ‘I knew when I saw you smile.’