I don’t know what to call her the mother of my son’s three children. Nothing sounds right; all the words too awkward. Not a wife. Not a lover. Significant other, too cumbersome Partner... unfitting for their union. Para-wife, I reply. What’s that? Para means almost. Almost wife. Just as good as. Might as well be, Pete says, and the conversation goes on as that teaching moment comes and leaves us, him...

