Write five descriptive phrases from the second paragraph that are especially effective at helping the reader see, taste, or feel the scene in the German Market. But boredom made me sin. Once, at the
German Market, I stood before a rack of pies, my
sweet tooth gleaming and the juice of guilt wetting
my underarms. I gazed at the nine kinds of pie,
pecan and apple being my favorites, although
cherry looked good, and my dear, fat-faced
chocolate was always a good bet. I nearly wept
trying to decide which to steal and, forgetting the
flowery dust priests give off, the shadow of angels
and the proximity of God howling in the plumbing
underneath the house, sneaked a pie behind my
coffee-lid Frisbee and walked to the door, grinning
to the bald grocer whose forehead shone with a
window of light