Avram Ider, sitting, munching, blustering, and fencing dry inside, eventually got edgy.

He dragged himself to the atrium and plodded back to prod his sister to roust the little lady’s room. She came back tensed and wild eyed. Following a spurt of jittery milling, they all pressed together out into the wet where they screeched and bellowed the missing child’s name.

After more scrambled confusion, Abe saw her first.