Trivia. I always liked useless information. Like all the actors to have played Dr. Who (even though die hards will know the character was The Doctor), the names of the 7 dwarfs in the Grimm's fairy tale, and how many deadly sins there were. So, when I was asked (by the man himself, if man is the right word) "What is my name?" I knew what it wasn't. It wasn't Frankenstein. That was the name of his creator, but so many thought it the name of his monstrous offspring. Frankenstein's Monster was possibly the closest he'd ever come to an identity.
How I came to be confronted by the creature must wait until another time. However, he demanded an answer. My youngest child whispered her wisdom in his mottled ear, and he smiled and left us safe and alone. I asked later what she said.
"Consequence." she replied.