“Is that your son?” a woman asks W at the family reunion.
She’s talking about me. I am sitting next to W at a long table. I am wearing a pair of tan cargo shorts and a navy blue T-shirt.
“No, that’s my partner,” W says.
I brush it off like a crumb.
Later that night, I ask W how it made her feel.
“Old,” she says.
“Old that you have a 47-year-old son?”
We both laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement. A 43-year-old woman with a 47-year-old son.
W doesn’t look old.
She has a few streaks of gray that look silver in the light.
I think her grays make her look sexy.
Sometimes when she tilts her head just the right way in the sunlight, I remember that she is the most beautiful woman in the world.
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Has this ever happened to you? What is your partner’s typical response?