She had nearly cost them forty-five dollars in bank fees and their spot in the bracket.

“Can I have a copy of this?” Claire said.

The clerk pulled the sheet back and snapped it under the heavy metal clip.

“I’m sorry, but I really shouldn’t have shown you that.”

“I just need one photocopy to show my coach,” Claire said.

“You have bigger problems right now,” the clerk said.

Claire stopped rubbing the edge of her cardigan.

She looked at the clerk’s hands resting nervously on the counter.