She works at Jyderup State Prison.
She has three children, a husband, and a dog, and lives in a single-family home on the eastern edge of Kalundborg.
She sits in her usual seat.
Itâ€™s unseasonably warm, but the darkness of winter is the same.
A man walks along the tracks, swinging a lantern.
Behind him she sees the refineryâ€™s lights.
It reminds her of an event she and her two eldest children attended a week ago.
All the lights were turned off, and everyone played badminton with a glow-in-the-dark ball.
When she was fired from the ferry, she began taking courses in preparation for a career in corrections.
The drug dealers are pitiful, and the language is horrible, but at least she doesnâ€™t have to mess with the deep fryer, listen to people complain about the coffee, or smile when someone says something stupid.
The She-wolf, they call her, but sheâ€™s learned to ignore stuff like that.