Second sight

Gemma fidgeted in the back seat of the car. She peeled off her jacket and unwrapped the scarf from round her neck in the hope of cooling herself from the sudden flush of heat coursing through her body.
"What's wrong?" asked her mother as she turned the car into the driveway of their house.
"It's Jenna. Will you tell her to stay away from the radiator. I'm too hot," said Gemma as she loosened the collar of her shirt.
"What are you talking about, your sister's with your grandmother?"
"I know but she's sat real close to the radiator and it's burning me."
Gemma's mother huffed as she reached for her mobile.
Gemma could hear the melodic beeps ringing out over the muted drawl of the music on the radio.
"You and your sister will be the death of me, you know," said her mother as she waited for call to be answered.
As Gemma sat in the back breathing heavily from the oppressive heat that seemed to engulf her a pungent smell of charred wood drifted across her nose.
"That's strange," said her mother. "There's no answer."
"Does Nanna smoke?" asked Gemma.
"Why do you ask that?" said her mother as she fiddled with the phone.
"Cos I can smell it," she said as the coloured suddenly drained from her mother's face.
"No. She doesn't."