Lex Talionis

by Peter Nealen

  I looked down at her. “And you say I worry too much,” I said.

  She smiled. “I married you,” she said. “It comes with the job. You worry about what’s out there, and I worry about you.”

  She put her hand to my cheek and pulled me down for a kiss. “Now, if you are quite satisfied with perimeter security, at least for the next hour,” she said, “come back to bed. Mrs. Stone wants babies.”

  “Work, work, work,” I replied, as I followed my wife back into the cabin.