Too Fast

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.