Eleanor

I knew there was something slightly other than angelic about Eleanor. Though for all intents and purposes she appeared to be a perfect distillation of the pretty face of Christian America, there was a drive and an edge behind her that kept her from being "safe." The drive was showcased by her ability at tennis; she was one of the better players in the state, a fact that revealed as much about her devotion to it as it did about her natural talent and upbringing. The edge was being displayed by the fact that she was attending the various large parties going on this summer, a fact which I doubt her parents would fully appreciate. I had gone to a few tennis matches, drawn initially by the thought of Eleanor in a white tennis outfit, but drawn repeatedly by the energy and willpower on display, and I had gone to more than a few of the summer parties, so I was well acquainted with both of these seeming anomalies.