Blue Room 5

I work the stockmarket and I play with investments and maybe I do so rather ineptly. But I've a lot to live up to. Big brother is a big noise in the City.
He's a married man, early thirties, expensive but tasteful suit, carefully-combed fairish hair, mild and expansive demeanour. He often visits the house, strolling peacefully across the carpet, nonchalant hand in pocket.
The prestige attached to him... Because of wife kid two cars flight to Amsterdam on business... makes my rising albeit unstable star dim in comparison.
When he strolled into the livingroom he seemed mildly surprised to see me in my high-chair, my feet dangling down.
He may've wondered what occasioned such a symbolic seat. A judge about to pass sentence could not have looked more grave, or more foolish, than me at that moment. I looked down from on high with only my own unstable authority. And o for a gavel to bang so I could cry order.
We commenced an unremarkable conversation. With a dreadful, sickening eagerness I turned the talk round to my point. Dear reader, I'm afraid I touched him for a loan.
At this he seemed startled, though in a slowish, ox-like way, as though not comprehending the lingo, or trying to look beyond the surface. No doubt the dada has had a word in his ear: "The kid is not to be trusted, notoriously unstable character".
But like a jackal that has scented a fresh carcass I stuck to my point. With what dogged earnestness I pressed it home! I was a picture of sincerity, solemn-eyed and grave of countenance, like a dog begging for scraps. "Look, you can trust me, bro, you know I'm good for it".
Indeed bug bro knew no such thing, and I knew he knew. His loan and I intended it to be a large one would be frittered if not unceremoniously pissed away. Notoriously unstable character sweating in his rickety chair, quite ready to sell big bro and his two thousand pound suit his wife kids and two cars and his business class to Amsterdam down the river if it means a fast buck for yours truly.