"Mary A. Turzillo - Mirandas Monster" - читать интересную книгу автора (Turzillo Mary A)

"Uh, on second thought, it might be dull to write about THE VALUE OF A LIBERAL
ARTS EDUCATION TO SOCIETY."

"Let's write about the wall painting," said a boy with a bushy beard and
angelic
blue eyes.

Miranda blinked. "Good idea! Everybody write about Grendel."

Silence. "Who's Grendel?" asked Bushy Beard.

Miranda adored explaining things. She told them the story of Beowulf, acting
out
the parts.. The class period was half over when she realized that it was too
late for them to write.

So she let them go early, then went over to introduce herself properly to
Grendel.

"Hello, you 'blaed-fastne feond."' Nobody was watching, so she closed her eyes
and kissed Grendel.

And -- Miranda had always been imaginative -- felt her lips press a leathery
cheek, smelling of sea-water.

At the threshold of hearing, fairies tittered. But when she opened her eyes,
Titania, Grendel, and the whole mural looked as innocent and flat as when she
had first seen them.

Dr. Fable stopped Miranda on the way out of the building. "You've discovered
our
Grendel," she said. "Perhaps you'll discover yourself in the mural, too."

In her apartment, after her freshmen wrote in class, Miranda was amazed that
it
took her an hour to grade just one essay.

"Be cool," said Vivianne, her roommate, "and disappear tomorrow. Luigi is
crashing here on his way to Oberlin, and we'd dig some privacy."

"But I have papers to grade."

"Bummer. That's what they build libraries for."

Miranda went into the bedroom and brushed her hair, furiously. She didn't want
to grade papers in the library.

Vivianne followed her, toying with her love-beads. "I'll do the dishes for a
month. Dig it. A whole month."