Smile. The Hound of Love has news. She has found something revolting to eat in the woods and will soon regurgitate it, either on the expensive living room carpet, or better yet, on my bed in the middle of the night when I will hear that familiar heave and hop out of bed too late. No matter. The Hound of Love knows that everybody survives, and that love is more important than most of the things silly humans worry about. Lenore has great powers. She can make you smile.