Stephie left for KU Monday. In a U-haul. I am still standing in the driveway watching her drive off. Too fast, of course. She turns right and the truck leans left. I am sure everything we so carefully packed is now in a pile against the left wall. Slow down! I plead Waving both arms dramatically as if I hold flags landing a plane. As if she can see me. As if she might look in her rearview mirror for my guidance. She does not. No matter. She has a left hand turn ahead. It will all even out before she finally arrives. Too fast. Yes. It all goes way too fast.