A loud swishy swoosh was all they heard before water swallowed the floor. They found a post to wrap arms around so they wouldn’t be swept away with the lamps and sofas and see-through tables. Climb onto me, Empress, Daddy said, when the water reached his chest. Matsi did and a yellow car floated la-di-da by, pretending to be a duckanary. Pretending to be something special. That car had quite the imagination.