Pickabone

The day care is quiet, all the kids are finally sleeping. Birgitte catches Helene's gaze and, with a small nod of her head, signals that it is time for their break. They slip quietly through the door to "The Grown-ups' Room".

The cigarette smoke lies heavy in the air after Sanne's break. A slight thin smoke rises from the ashtray. It's filled above the brim and ash and a couple of butts lie on the table's brown tiles. Helene smiles at Birgitte, takes two mugs and pours coffee for them both.