Sitting at his desk with a bottle of whiskey before him,
Frank hears a knock on the door and tells
Rita to enter. He asks her what she’s doing at his office, since she isn’t supposed to come until the following week, but Rita ignores his question and asks if he’s sober. When he confirms that he is “this side of reasonable comprehension,” she says, “Because I want you to hear this when you’re sober. These are brilliant, Frank, you’ve got to start writing again.” Holding up his poetry collections, she tells him that she and
Trish stayed up all night talking about how wonderful his work is. After Rita gushes praise and admiration, Frank says that he might—like her—change his name, perhaps to Mary Shelley, since Shelley wrote
Frankenstein. After all, he insinuates, he has created a monster.