Susan Frankenstein was standing in the kitchen, she had a beautiful apron on. She was cooking dinner for her husband Edward Frankenstein and her son Victor Frankenstein. She could see her husband read the papers and hear her son rummage up in the attic. After 30 minutes she set the table and called out. “Dinner is ready!” Her husband closed the paper and placed it on the couch next to him. He got up and sat down at the dinner table.