Racing Time

"Why are you looking so shocked, Mr. Wyle?" he asked. The taxi was moving at 120 miles an hour. Mr. Wyle's window was open. His mustache was wavy-dancing in the wind, as he held his chest. His wife was already assisting their daughter with the wedding gown, and recitation of wedding vows. "Why are you speeding this way, young man?" "You told me you wanted to arrive at the wedding fast. You told me you wanted some time to talk to your daughter, before the wedding started." Just the other day he held his daughter on his arms; Just the other day he taught her how to walk; Just the other day he clapped for her as she held her spoon correctly for the first time..... His heart couldn't handle his daughter getting married, and the taxi moving fast as though it was hastening the marriage.