Presenting Lenore Presents Undercover

You have not forgotten dear Presenting Lenore, who taught me the zombie chicken dance (a number I performed for that star of ballroom dancing stars, Jean Paulovich, last Thursday; he was impressed indeed). Who makes me smile at many an odd early-morning hour with her unstintingly opinionated posts. Who takes me back to high school days and academic bowl life, though let us be clear: Lenore made her high school smart team because she was actually smart; I made mine because I had the smartest brother in the entire school (the guy was a stand out everywhere he went—high school, Princeton, Stanford), and people assumed I'd have at least a fraction of his brain matter. (They were wrong, I tell you, wrong! They should have seen the difference in our eyes—his brighest blue, mine hazy green.) Who assures me that sushi can be found in Germany (a relief) and that I can (at my old age) still adopt a cat so as to be more like her.

In any case—that Presenting Lenore.

Lenore has a review of Undercover up on her site right now, and let me tell you all one thing: I'm exhaling mightily over here. Lenore has the toughest of tough standards, and she loves highly plotted tales. I'm just so relieved that she found, in Undercover, a character to remember her former self by. I'm grateful, hugely, that she had such nice things to say.

I bow my head.