Playing Bridge with Mary Shelley.

I stared onto the wooden glossy table having my card put and that of the player on my right. Mary Shelley threw a third card casually, a Jack of Spades, over the incomplete trick. Then I looked at her as she spoke to me and said…
“You know, I wish I met you before I wrote Frankenstein.”

She dragged on the slim metal tip attached to her cigarette and looked me straight in the eye.

“And I wish I met you before I met mine,” I replied.