Beck and the baby's bad, bad, bad berry bite.

I had a neighbor and classmate named Eleanor. Nobody liked Eleanor. She constantly lied about everything and stabbed people in the back. And drooled. Eleanor would eat anything anyone gave her. “Here, Eleanor, eat this.” And she always would. Anything. Wild berries, moldy food, mud pies, insects, anything.

We moved away from there after 7th grade. I still wonder what became of Eleanor.