He was almost there when a figure stepped
out of the shadows. He had sprung back
and grabbed his knife before reason pointed out to instinct that the blond hair
belonged to his wife.
“Husband!” she hissed, raising both hands. “It is me!”
It
occurred to him that “It is me!” was unnecessary, since no one but Tilla was
likely to call him “husband”. Next it
occurred to him that only a very tired mind would notice that sort of thing
when there were far more pressing matters to attend to.
(from Semper
Fidelis, by Ruth Downie)
8*/10. The full review is here.
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