“You are such a slowch!”
I looked at Vega,
and Vega looked at me;
she didn’t know the word,
obviously.
“It’s a shortening of ‘slowcoach”,
I informed her,
“And not that far removed from ‘sloth’,
just like you.”
.
By this time, Vega ‘had’ moved – not very far,
and not very quickly –
from a position of indifference
to one of couldn’tcarelessedness.