Quote: "KALAS" (A.Glass 2020)
“...Stock markets around the world continue to drop at the onset of this new virus, the Dow sank over six hundred points, closing at six hundred and three points on the close of trade Friday as did the S&P 500 also closing down at one point seventy seven percent. With indices now under their Moving Averages, the record breaking run in stock prices could be coming undone. With companies still heavily overvalued and expectations of future earnings, any disruption in the supply chain with China could dent earnings, particularly companies that have invested heavily into the Chinese market...”
For a moment Kalas thinks of her late father who started as a floor trader during the nineteen seventies on Wall Street. She smiles, reading the rest of the article.
“...The Federal Reserve which has kept interest rates close to one percent, as a monetary policy measure in maintaining liquidity for the banking system. The Fed Governor said that he would be watching events in China and would offer to maintain a quantitative easing program if the committee deemed as a required means to assist the economy...”
“My dad hated those fuckers...” She leans back thinking about the stories he would tell her, on his theories of economics, railing against most economists as he considered himself streetwise about finance. She chuckles to herself. “...He used to call them buttnuts...” She stares into a dark corner of her room, trying to make out the shapes within the Stygian. Kalas thoughts remain fixed on her late father. “...He was always trying to attain that big trade, working for one of the mid size brokerage firms that went bust in Nineteen Eighty Seven when the Black Monday stock market crash occurred. Don't know that much about the stock market, 'cept everything these days is in a bubble. Rent, food...If this thing goes down hard...” She then looks back at her lap top screen. “...How do I play it?”
Kalas reaches across with her left hand to her bedside table, lifting up the cellphone to see if there is any follow up messages from Kim Liana. Noting that no emails have been received from the Thrift shop manager advising her of an extra day's work, she places the phone between her legs. Yawning, closing the laptop, leaning across to her right, setting the computer down onto the side table. Kalas reaches behind, flattening out her pillow. She picks up her phone, as a thought briefly crosses her mind, tapping her left index finger onto the sound iconic of the screen. Rendering the phone silent. Kalas rests her head onto the pillow, placing the phone onto her near side table again, turning the light off. Closing her eyes, she begins to fall asleep.
Kim Liana, already dressed and ready to leave her apartment, stares briefly at the second dresser draw, where she keeps her stockings and underwear, stored also in the same draw are the needles and heroin, tucked into her lingerie."
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