beast. Ten yards away, Keith saw the white mass quiver,and then the brush exploded, and Keith was knocked downand trampled into a bloody mass.CHAPTER TWO"..and she goes, like I can't give you, like a coolgrade, you know, because you don't like talk English," soI
m like, “This is like America and hey, like I speakAmerican, you know what I’m saying, so then I goes, youdon't need that Shakespeare stuff, you know. So I liketells her good, you know, so she gives me like a D minus,So how do I make like an anything college? Like, howcome a D, effing minus, anyway...Right. Like she
s sofriggin bright. Damned straight, she don
t know like fine.Bob Lowe wanted to say, "How charitable, hergrading," but since earlier admitting that he taughtEnglish, Lowe chose to suggest, "Hey like, maybe, shethought you over-used similes". He knew her next wordswould be, "Like, Hey, what's a simile?" So he continuedruefully, "In Detroit inner city schools on curve grading, you would probably get an A minus.
His seat companion babbled on but he shut herout to concentrate on why he had walked out of hisclassroom and embarked on this wild trip to far offMinnesota precipitated by a wildly provocative storyin a Minnesota weekly newspaper that some unknownperson had clipped and sent his way. Apparently, thenewspaper desperately needed a competent editor,like himself, and he was certain an intriguingmystery lurked behind the story.Bob's callow seat mate, eyes closed, now feigningsleep, was probably insulted by his automatic nods andhalf-conscious and likely sarcastic non sequiturs. Good!He retrieved from his billfold the clipping that hadtriggered his sudden, and self-surprising, withdrawal