“Older. What’s your name?” “Cleo,” said Cleo. He nodded. “Appropriate.” “How so?” “Cleopatra, the original undoer of men.” “But I’m just Cleo. What’s your name?” “Frank,” said Frank. “Short for?” “Short for nothing. What on earth would Frank be short for?” “I don’t know.” Cleo smiled. “Frankfurter, frankincense, Frankenstein …” “Frankenstein sounds about right. Creator of monsters.” “You make monsters?” “Sort of,” said Frank.
