Forgot to post this...it's what we wrote in class about The Magic Barrel.
Salzman peered out his office window. She should be here soon, he had basically begged her--and this had to work. He squinted through his smudged glasses and caught a glimpse of her in a crowd full of strangers. She was impossible to miss; dressed head to toe in yellow, with a sun hat and parcel to match. Embarrassing. He watched her walk. She was beautiful, if nothing else. Why couldn't her actions match her face? Salzman rubbed his withered hands together, formulating the words he would say to Stella, hoping they would make sense. He was ready to set her on that long train to redemption, and never, ever look back. The bell on the door gave a ring when she walked in. Salzman stayed poised, looking out the window through his dirty glasses for a moment before he turned to tell Stella his great news.
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