Salem (2)

The collar on my long coat had caught Salem’s attention. – All you need is an embroidered frill to turn you into a perfect late nineteenth century gentleman. -

I chose to ignore the joke.

Salem, where is Hajda?

Salem chose to ignore my question.

Personally I have always felt that I was a couple of centuries too late. What does that mean? I should shrivel up like She, or was it Sheba in the Arms of Solomon…