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Queenie yawns as she shuffles out of her car, grabbing the purse in the passenger's seat. After work, all she wants to do is lie down and take a 100 year nap. The work isn't hard, just a position as manager at a small arts 'n' crafts store, but she tires easily at grumpy customers.
Her key slides into the lock of the front door as taps her foot on the concrete. She slips into the house, closing it behind her. Her coat and shoes are discarded neatly at the door, and she's quick to peek into the living room.
"I'm home." Her voice is soft, aware of Mini's afternoon napping. When she walks in, Mini is on the couch, cuddled into a blanket, with the CD player on the ground beside her. A melody, name on the tip of her tongue, is playing loudly.
"Anthology." She answers, meeting Queenie's eyes with a sweet smile.
Queenie smiles despite her weariness, tip-toeing over and leaning down to kiss Mini on the cheek. "Same thing you've played every afternoon this week."
Mini giggles, lifting the blanket for Queenie to snuggle into it with her. Queenie complies, letting Mini wrap her arms around her and places the blanket over them both.
“People are so dumb.” She mutters, sighing contentedly as Mini spoons her. "All the customers don't know how to read."
Mini hums an agreement, reaching her arm around to turn off the music. Queenie stops her, nuzzling closer.
“I like this song.”
“It reminds me of you.” Mini murmurs back.
In Spite of All the Danger hums through the cheap speaker as Queenie dozes off in Mini’s arms.