They were soul mates, my mother and father. They claimed to adore each other, as if the word 'adore' meant 'argue with ceaselessly.
Merrill Markoe (2007). “It's My F---ing Birthday: A Novel”, p.8, Villard

They were soul mates, my mother and father. They claimed to adore each other, as if the word 'adore' meant 'argue with ceaselessly.