Once when I was in fifth grade my best friend took my hand and begin carefully examining my palm, tracing all of its creases and folds with her forefinger. She swore she could see the future in those lines. She told me that I would fall in love and get married, and that we would have five children. It would be a happy marriage and the kids would grow up well. Unfortunately we would become restless in our old age and die in a tragic motorcycle crash trying to regain our youth. But overall we had a happy life, and we died together, in love, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

But who was my future lover, the person who I would spend my life with, who I would live and die with? Frowning, she told me she probably couldn't say a name, but she took my hand again anyway.

Tracing one last line, my friend gave me only this clue: Her name will start with the letter _ ...