The Man in the Cashmere Coat
Nov 1 · 48 min read

He wasn’t a local. They didn’t look like he did, not with a suede driving cap in his hands and a cashmere top coat hanging open over an expensive three piece suit of pinstriped, olive green wool. The pure silk tie was pale yellow, its perfect knot pushed up for display from the starched, white shirt by a solid gold collar pin. He wore neither gloves nor a scarf as the winter had as yet been mild. You figured they would be leather and…

