As I sat in the Orpheum Theatre I reveled in the world of cinema. When Frankenstein was on the silver screen I was there. John Wayne did not take guff. Elvis Presley seemed to be having fun. The atmosphere was dark and cool. The real world melted away.

‘Smoke good,’ Frankenstein said with a smile.

‘I do not think Frankenstein or the blind man can see us,’ Billy B observed.’ ‘Let’s help ourselves to some cigars,’ Billy B continued. ‘The last cigar I had was a Charles Denby when Neva J was on vacation and I was the boss,’ Billy B winked.

‘We must leave the Cigar Lounge and see if we can find the lake that Frankenstein tossed the little girl into,’ Chet said. ‘Grab a couple of cigars for the road,’ Chet winked. ‘Here are some peasant clothes so we will blend in,’ said Chet.

‘Hey there I will join you fellows,’ Frankenstein said with aplomb. ‘Would you like to have a cup of tea before we go to the lake,’ Frankenstein asked? ‘There is some Shepards Pie left would you join me along with some Spotted Dick,’ asked Frankenstein also known as Boris.

‘Mr. Karloff your performance as Frankenstein is what you are best known for,’ Neva J noted. ‘I love you in every movie you are in,’ she continued. ‘What was Mary Shelley’s inspiration for Frankenstein,’ Neva J asked?

‘There may be a real Frankenstein,’ Boris noted. ‘He has been seen in the village,’ Boris K continued. ‘At times his wife is seen with him with an elaborate hairdo and a distinct laugh,’ he said with a grin.

‘Look who is sitting next to us,’ Jane proclaimed.

‘I need the cigars back for my after-dinner whiskey,’ Frankenstein said. ‘My Bride enjoys the aroma of the smoke,’ he laughed. ‘I am going to the lake and search for the little girl that I accidentally threw in,’ Frankenstein noted.

As Billy B Chet Neva J and Jane sat quietly in the darkened theatre Boris said, ‘I told you so…’