Which one do you think is my soul mate, she asked me. It is not who you think it is I told her. Then I read her the whole summary I had already written. It sounded like a nice story that anyone would paint for someone they loved, but the thing is, I beli ved everything I was telling her. Her brother and ice-fishing would be the key to helping her find her soul mate. For them to cross paths. It only seemed right because she used to take care of him when he was a little boy. Dress him up in butterscotch plaid pants...