Claire sat at the small particleboard desk in the corner.

She rubbed the fabric of her worn cardigan.

Her purse sat open on the chair next to her.

The past-due notices from the electric company poked out of the side pocket.

She pulled a small spiral notebook from her bag.

The cardboard cover was bent at the corners.

She turned to the page marked November.

She wrote the new nightly rate for the motel in blue ink.