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From Inside a Pearl: My Years in Paris, by Edmund White

NEPHEWS

"The concierge in our building often referred to my new partner Michael as my son ('Votre fiston est deja sorti'); older gay men called their companions their 'nephews.'  One time I was with Bernard when he ran into a tante (queen) who said, 'Do you know my nephew?'
'Yes,' Bernard replied, 'he was my nephew last year.'"

From Chapter 9